Day One Thousand Thirty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah and I isolated ourselves today as best we could to seek guidance from the Spirit as to our next move.

His pupils, on his order have gone without the city to a place where they can do the same.

Elam had shared that the frequency of his trips has dropped in half. And he has heard rumors that what is coming in is being redirected to the fields around Babylon. Fields elsewhere are drying up at an alarming rate.

Elijah’s pupils down from the north echoed these facts, and talked of a schedule for towns to be cut off of supply.

And Tomas reported through them that all army units at the outposts were being removed and ordered elsewhere.

Day One Thousand Twenty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Quasimo directed our steps with expertise the rest of the way to the hiding place. The few outposts are known and hence easily circumvented.

But that is not to say there were no incidents.

The patrols hereabouts kept no discernible schedule.

Reuben’s sweep in our advance prevented our stumbling upon them unprepared in all but one instance.

It was during a tricky descent. Most of our party were confined to ropes, but there was a specially rigged chair for Elijah. At a critical time we held him still, so that his presence wouldn’t be noticed by a passing patrol near the bottom.

It’s a miracle they never looked up.

Soon after, we were celebrated by Mei in our happy refuge.