Day Nine Hundred Forty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

There was a note hidden along with our food last night. It was addressed to Elijah. They identified themselves as followers of Hamashiach, formerly led by Raj G. And they are excited at the prospect of meeting him.

This news set us rejoicing that we had been brought to the same prison.

(And the thought occurred to me that the guard must have known about the message. He would have to have been blind otherwise).

All morning we anticipated the arrival of the guards sent to move us. And our elation continued despite the rather rough handling we experienced when they came in and chained us together.

The chains remained in place as we were led into the grim dungeon.

Day Three Hundred Seventy One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We spent a quiet night at the Purser’s home.

The silence continued into the next day. We took our time searching the house. Here and there we found evidence of their attachment to Hamashiach.

It was Elijah who picked up a scrap of paper that had fallen behind a desk and turned it over to find a note from the Purser’s wife. In it she wrote to her husband that they had left to his mother’s place in the country. I knew from my conversations with him the general direction. And that it was further away than the Captain would allow.

We debated whether or not to return to the ship to inform the Purser.

We decided to press on.

Day Two Hundred Ninety Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I left a note for Elam. Just with the thought that if he were able to free himself, he might come back here.

Given where we have to be before the next fifteen days elapse and what Elijah wants to accomplish in the next week, we took a swing through the affluent sector from the opposite end, proclaiming the warning at each step.

In short order we completed our task there and moved on into virgin territory on our slow march to the seaport.

I kept an eye pealed for a place for us to head quarter in while we plan our next steps in the neighboring sectors.

While doing so, I am sure I saw that woman shadowing us.

Day Two Hundred Ninety Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We were completely unaware of what had happened to Elam. The last we had seen him, he was busy recruiting. He had even waved us on, indicating that he would catch up with us later.

He did not return last night nor this morning.

Upon stepping out, Elijah discovered a note left for us. It read that they hold Elam and  demanded that we call off the destruction of the city.

We shrugged and went out, thinking, what has been predicted will come to pass at the end of the next seventeen days. But who is there to explain that to? No one signed the message.

We decided to stay the course. And are confident we will see Elam again.

Day One Hundred Eighty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

With the advent of a new day and still no Lyle, the tension continued though unspoken.

Before we dispersed to our chores, the messenger from two days ago arrived. He handed me a note. It was from Lyle, a request that I meet him at the city gate and render him assistance.

The messenger seemed surprised when I asked to return with him. (My turn to be surprised that he was not aware of the contents of the message).

Lyle was waiting for me at the city gate. Four elderly people were with him, two of them disabled.

After we settled them in the encampment, Lyle took me aside.

Stan made the offer that one receive the mark for all.

Day One Hundred Thirty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was curious about Lyle’s reading of his distant encounter with the waving west ender yesterday. He had the distinct impression that he was mistaken for someone else, for the individual waved a couple of times, then stopped and withdrew.

I decided to make another attempt at contact. Our crews were returning when I passed through the fields on the way out to the vineyards.

The west end fields were deserted more than usual. Hope dwindled as I approached the vineyards.

I was hesitant to leave, so I remained to meditate on past visions of the desert.

Turning to go, I nearly ran into a woman. She put a note in my hand, smiled and left.

She wants to meet.

Day Seventy Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

Came back to the camp very late. Only to find Enough gone.

My fear has come true. I’m kicking myself for my little foray yesterday morning. I should have left a note about my intentions. Though it did not seem plausible at the time that I could be absent more than an hour or so.

I needed to check out the area further away from the village on this side of the river. We should have run into that widow and her son long before now.  I wonder if she has gone on over the mountain.

I spotted two cabins from one of the drones. It was at its limit.  One looked inhabited, so I had to check it out.

Nothing. And I could not go on, knowing that Enough was alone and perhaps concerned for me.

Obviously he was, and he went to find me.

And no note from him either. We’ll have to talk about that.

He should have waited. That’s what I’m going to do.