Day One Thousand Two Hundred Thirty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

There were signs of a recent occupation when we reached the village at the edge of the wilderness. But we didn’t realize just how much until we set out this morning.

One entire building was filled up with dead bodies, our attention drawn to it by a swarm of buzzing flies. A makeshift hospital I assumed, but Mr. Kagi called that into question when he observed that all of them wore the uniform of the army of the North. A detail that bore a more sinister connotation.

While Tomas and the Captain ranged ahead, picking a way for us off of the beaten path, Elijah walked with Mawuli.

Mr. Kagi and I marveled at the depth of the lad’s understanding.

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Day One Hundred Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Per Lyle, yesterday’s inquisitors made it plain that the eldest member of any group had to make the petition for admittance.

Thus I found myself designated to appear on our behalf at this new gatehouse this morning.

I was calm before the gatekeepers, and answered all the questions they posed. Their demeanors were courteous and efficient, but enigmatic. And they asked the oddest questions. Nothing about occupation, what we could do for them, and nothing about where we come from.

I view it now as their attempt to classify us as to our beliefs.

I thought that all who are headed here, are here because they do believe, and have been called.

Whatever I said we are now in.