Day Four Hundred Sixteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The wreckage of the satellite which had been spying us was hauled before the council’s pavilion today. Nothing of much use.

While the leaders were convened I again went about my assigned task.  This time I went by myself.

I’ve become quite familiar with the camp in all aspects, except one – the matter of the water supply. At one end of camp there is a well to which all on this side of the promontory congregate. The rest of the camp is serviced by a spring that comes down from the heights. They keep well back from the resultant stream – to avoid contaminating it.

I followed it westward for some distance where it flows out to the plain. Then returned.

Day Four Hundred Fourteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The broken bits of drone raised a ruckus when Mawuli and I brought them in. The leaders of the settlement dispatched men to look for its base of operations. The results were inconclusive as night overtook their efforts.

They went out again today. And Mawuli and I did also but on another tack. Elijah thought it best that we check the high points around camp, starting with the promontory that juts out into the plain. And that is indeed where we found a base camp of sorts, a fully automated one.

I removed its batteries and Mawuli stepped back and used the remainder for sling target practice.

Our find was welcomed upon our return, the batteries put to good use.