Day One Thousand Six #DiaryoftheEndofheWorld

No worries now about how to get back to the hiding place. And all our unanswered questions of late have been answered.

One I intuited the second Mawuli returned from his reconnaissance, barely an half hour after leaving – for he had in tow that worthy individual Quasimo and our treasured Mei.

The drone was theirs. And it had led them to us. But they had not been sure until they had sighted the tanker truck a few days ago.

I think all of us breathed a sigh of relief.

Mei, true to form, has already set in motion the creation of relay points along a route planned for our travel back to our refuge.

Additional help should be here tomorrow.

Day Six Hundred #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The normal rhythms of life returned this morning. Nothing stirred yesterday as the darkness never lifted, but settled seamlessly into the night.

We were watchful all day. All the traffic, such as it was, flowed cityward. We saw the same people and carts plod back at end of day.

We were about to breathe a collective sigh of relief when a small body of troops strode past our house. They continued down the road, but left a pair of guards at the nearby crossroads.

I went out to talk with the guards, but our neighbor reached them first. They rebuffed his curiosity, slamming him to the ground.

I helped our neighbor to his feet and supported him to his home.