Day Five Hundred Fifteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

This city is a jumble. The people are milling about everywhere. Many have taken up residence in the streets, and thereby impede all movement.

We have spent a good part of the morning trying to find a way through to the harbor area. No street runs straight. We would choose a likely prospect only to be disappointed when it lead to a dead end or took a turn to the opposite direction.

Everyone we ask either doesn’t know where the harbor is located  or didn’t even know there was one. Seems we are all new to the city. And all strangers.

Then turning one corner, first Elijah then I heard the melody I had awakened to just two days ago.

Day Two Hundred Sixty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Before we parted Sy warned us that it would only be a few hours before the city forces come checking for him and his men. Once they missed his daily report, the city would go on full alert, looking for them and us.

I took the lead, as Elijah has never been on this side of the river. I thought it best to keep to the riverside and follow it to the next bridge down river, the bridge which the subterranean passage gives onto. Besides there was little sight or sound of reconstruction that way.

And so it turned out.

The tunnel entranceway was a jumble with no sign of recent use. We easily climbed over the rubble and descended.