Day Three Hundred Eighty Two evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

During a stop for rest, Mawuli chased his sister with a dead snake. Their mother was engaged otherwise, so I saw to his discipline.

Mary judged him suitably contrite before we again took up our march.

Sometime after that stop I realized we were passing through fields that formerly must have been highly cultivated. Now a wasteland, picked clean, I can tell, by the passage of those pests – the locusts.

Day Two Hundred Seventy Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

There are indications of a great slaughter in this area also, just no human remains left behind to decorate it.

Elijah kept our presence hidden from view. At any sign of activity, construction or otherwise he turned us aside.

Our course was so erratic that we lost our orientation. We entered building after building in search of a vantage point from which to regain our bearings. At long last Elijah was satisfied, and we descended to take up our march towards a garden square in the next sector over.

Suddenly, as we neared our destination, people filled the streets. But we were just two more figures moving in the gathering dusk.

We will spend the night in the garden square.

Day Two Hundred Eleven Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

The gnawing in my stomach urges me on that I might forget it in other activities.

It returns full force when like now I rest from my march. But I must avoid the heat of the day and its draining affect on my remaining strength.

The oasis beckons from the horizon.