Day Six Hundred Sixty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It was strange to see other human beings going about everyday tasks. Such sights seem like forever ago.

We have entered the valley which we found dotted with small farms, and a town or small city rises from its center.

Much of the activity hereabouts deals with bringing water up from the river.

The Captain discovered why. The irrigation ditches are empty, the river being too low to feed them.

My concern grew. What would be their reaction if they knew Elijah was responsible?

We pushed on into the town. And there found an inn.

We plan to stay a few days, as Elijah has now told us he plans to end his fast in four days.

He needs rest.

Day Six Hundred Fifty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

As soon as we had things sorted out yesterday we parted notwithstanding the daylight and the heat. The ex-soldiers headed back the caravan track in search of a northern branch that will return them to their villages.

We continued west to answer our call.

We pushed on after nightfall and put as much distance between ourselves and our last camp as possible.

A wind storm lent a helping hand. It blew in from the north and crossed the track behind us on its way southward, obliterating all signs of our passage. We all pray that our recent companions were not swept up in it.

I called a halt only a couple hours into the new day.

Elijah required rest.

Day Six Hundred Forty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have spent the whole day here. Barely moving. And shall spend the night too, rather than travel on.

The Captain has seen to the comfort and rest of our young friend Tomas. His condition and the weakening constitution of Elijah will keep us here overnight and possibly a few days more.

It is now clear why the discipline of fasting was denied me. My strength was necessary to tend to the needs of others in our group.

One item of curiosity has surfaced from among the many things Tomas related to us about his recent trip. Tanker trucks, traveling with the army are draining every body of water they pass by.

They take seriously the drought proclaimed by Elijah.

Day Six Hundred Forty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

One full day stretched to a day and a half. We wanted to wait for the cooler temperatures of night before setting out again.

It has been good to rest and collect ourselves. I believe it has done Elijah much good too.  He has been moving noticeably slower.  His fasting is taking its toll.

The Captain sat with his face to the south.  At times I could see his concern for his friend Tomas chase away the peace engendered by his meditation. I understand and empathize with him.

It was during one of those moments that Elijah intervened to save my life. I had inadvertently positioned myself beside a scorpion’s nest. It was scuttling my way when he crushed it.

Day Six Hundred Thirty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Tomas says that the silver object in the sky yesterday was a war plane intent on attacking us. He hasn’t seen one since before the time of the troubles began.

This didn’t move or concern Elijah in any way. He merely added that there were others up there looking for us.

The Captain fell ill in the afternoon. We called a halt to tend to him. I believe the heat has something to do with it.

He soon recovered, but we remained at rest.

We made our decision, and with the setting of the sun we arose and set out again. We shall now travel at night until we pass this desert.

Elijah still fasts, but I yet do not.

Day Six Hundred Fifteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The stamp of feet no longer reverberates throughout the house. The last soldier column passed our crossroads around midnight during my watch.

The silence was welcome.

After my turn on guard I slept and actually got some rest.

Upon rising, Elijah was just returning from some time apart on the causeway. He reported more strangeness.

The farmers were on the roads again, but instead of being bound for the city, they were headed towards the army camp.

We decided to postpone our departure for today. Instead we dispatched the Captain into the city to reconnoiter.

The news he brought back was disconcerting. Not a single man of military age remains in the city, only women or children or old men.

Day Three Hundred Eighty Two evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

During a stop for rest, Mawuli chased his sister with a dead snake. Their mother was engaged otherwise, so I saw to his discipline.

Mary judged him suitably contrite before we again took up our march.

Sometime after that stop I realized we were passing through fields that formerly must have been highly cultivated. Now a wasteland, picked clean, I can tell, by the passage of those pests – the locusts.

Day Three Hundred Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We are content for now to rest where we are. The seaport bustles with ships coming and going at all hours.  Our vessel is still dockside taking on cargo. We will join her four days from now, and should be offshore on the city’s last day.

Stan intends to keep us here.

He has changed the guard, and even added more to their number.

Elijah thinks Stan has noted our reluctance to harm anyone, and therefore more and more is assigning younger guards to us.

I think they are still puzzled about how Elam and I escaped their custody.  And I wonder if that woman forfeited her life in consequence.

They have no idea of the power of the Spirit.

Day Two Hundred Eleven Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

The gnawing in my stomach urges me on that I might forget it in other activities.

It returns full force when like now I rest from my march. But I must avoid the heat of the day and its draining affect on my remaining strength.

The oasis beckons from the horizon.