Day Eight Hundred Seventy Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It has come to pass sooner than Jezer thought possible. Stricter controls have been dropped in place overnight between the various quarters within the city, and on all the ways in and out.

And demands have been stepped up for more work and longer hours from those who refuse the mark. Rumors are flying about that harsher measures will soon be implemented.

On the plus side Meesa has scheduled meetings for Elijah and me to reach out through the network leaders.

So Elijah and I were resting in preparation for the next series of meetings, when Jezer came in with news that a search is on for us, launched by world government forces in Damascus.

Someone has betrayed our presence.

Day Two Hundred Five Early Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

Today I am farther away from the city, yet I still see the glow of it burning.

I covered a good deal of ground overnight, and am now sheltering in what shade I can find along this boulder strewn path.

I see the play of heat waves rising over desert ahead. I estimate that I should reach it by the end of tonight’s hike.

Day One Hundred Sixty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Thick cloud cover moved in overnight. Dawn came but it remained darkened, and a heavy downpour greeted us instead of the sun.

Word came in from the field that some of the late crops were beat down and ruined. Concern is spreading that the latter harvest will fall short of our needs for the year.

On the heels of this grave news, we were notified that a meeting has been granted to us for tomorrow. Not with Stan, but with Moglen again, in his new capacity as the supreme leader of the entire city.

Lyle is going. I may not. Frankly  I think that Moglen has gotten this position because of his unyielding stance. So what would be the difference?