Day One Thousand One Hundred Thirty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We returned to familiar ground today. Territory that Elijah and I remembered from our journey down to Babylon. From my calculation we were only two or three days from Sy’s redoubt in the mountains.

We described Sy’s fortress to Reuben and he said that he had come across a place of that description on his way through the Galilee region. In fact, he had stopped to spend the night, having been invited to do so by another man whom he took to be someone who belonged there.

Elijah asked our friend to describe this individual.

After he did, Elijah and I looked at one another. His description matched our nemesis Moglen.

I asked Reuben if Moglen had inquired about us.

Day Eight Hundred Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

With each step the city seems to grow taller, towering over everything in sight and blotting out half the sky to the south of us. One can sense the hum of industry going night and day without cease emanating from its presence. I commented on it, but Elijah brushed off my sense of foreboding and remained focused on our march to the city.

Posted signs appeared after that with the message praising the one responsible for all this plenteous new growth, printed beneath the smiling picture of our nemesis, Stan.

Next a drone confronted us. It stood stock still, scanning the two of us.

Elijah stood at ease; his staff remained at his side.

The drone went vertical and fled.

Day Three Hundred Twenty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

In my dreams, the world government official had no face. But it was not surprising that he turned out to be our old nemesis. He saw me, of course, but I am certain he does not realize that I saw him.

He disappeared as the ship entered the island’s single port.

Elijah and I were well away from the ship on our errands before unloading commenced this morning.

We passed through the town and made directly for the summit of the mountain, which is the whole reason behind the island’s existence. A caldera actually.

The minute we set foot on the trail, a tremor staggered us. We did not turn back, but pressed on.

Something is stirring within the mountain.

Day Two Hundred Fifty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Getting past the city wall was no problem at all. We bypassed it all together.

From our vantage point yesterday Elijah picked out our landing point on this side of the wall. He didn’t tell me the reason behind his choice until we got here.

It all harkens back to the time we were separated when seeking a way out of the city. Elijah had gone back from the wall in search of rope. He had informed me that he had fallen into the control of our nemesis.  It was she who supplied us with rope, proving herself a friend instead.

What he didn’t tell me was that she knew who we both were. She knew I am named Enoch.

Day Seventy Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle decided not to return the way we came. Instead he opted to shadow the river until we picked up another trail headed back in the direction of the village. He sent his drone down country in the hope that it could confirm that the bridge in view will serve our purpose.

It was a pleasant walk. But silent. I know I was thinking about whether or not we would be visited by our nemesis. I don’t know if it was a concern that troubled Lyle. His drone reached the limit of its range without answering the question uppermost in our thoughts.

We reached the village in the waning light, but made sure to cross the bridge before settling in.