Day Sixty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have now completely examined all of the village’s buildings. We indeed are all alone.

We have packed all that we deem useful, leaving much that is too bulky or unwieldy.

I proposed that we spend one more night before taking to the trail again. My proposal was agreed to.

The wind kicked up as the sun went down. It felt good to be indoors. And with a fire in a fireplace.

We turned in after supper, but kept to the floor. Lyle can’t sleep on anything else, and I don’t want to get used to not roughing it.

We decided to suspend our times on watch. Not a good decision as it turns out. For the night went bump.

Day Twenty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We’ve moved indoors for now. Can’t say I like it. Lyle even less so. We appear to be the only occupants since the originals. Though we’re out of the elements, we’re limited to only two exits. And that’s what puts us at unease.

Rufus, or so the pigeon is named, likes the arrangement with no discernible unease on his part. At least I take his increased cooing as a sign of contentment.

Lyle and I take turns foraging in the afternoon, after making headway on the drones. We should have one of them operational by tomorrow.

Rufus stopped cooing on one of my occasions of remaining behind. I immediately went in search of Lyle, found him, and returned to cover.