Day Two Hundred Sixty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We all recovered from our mutual surprise rather quickly, due to the absence of the mark on any of our foreheads. This band of a dozen or so people has been hiding out and scavenging in the area since shortly after the recent troubles.

Elijah questioned them all in turn, and answered theirs. (He mentioned two names unfamiliar to me. I learned later that this was due to a promise Elijah had made to Sy, to seek after his parents. No one knew them).

They invited us into their abode, in another basement off of the tunnel. And refreshed us with food.

As Elijah settles in to instruct them in things of the Spirit, I will explore the building above.

Day Forty Four AM #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

Here I am starting a journal. No idea if I can keep it up.

I don’t think I would on my own. Not without the suggestion of my new companion, whose name I do not know. Not that I haven’t asked, but I’ve asked so many times now that finally he will only reply, “Enough! Enough!”

So I’ve taken to calling him simply Enough.

Though who am I to talk? I know what it is like for one not to disclose his name. An easy habit to form when you don’t know what it is. I was relieved to run across someone who had heard of me. And could give me a name to go with my face.

Lyle. I guess I like the sound of it. No one chooses their own name. Or almost no one.