Day Three Hundred Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We bid Elam goodbye and God speed, as we sent him off with the last group of those wanting to get out of the city.

Elijah advised him to tell Sy to move everyone beyond the wall, and explained how to do it.

We passed the day out walking in the streets. The crowds are gone. We only encountered workers, and they were easily outnumbered by the ever present soldiers.

We were unwelcome at every turn, yet they feared to oppose our movements.

Stan appeared when we returned to our quarters, and we watched as they put a cordon in place around the building.

Their obvious plan is to hold us in place for the next six days and beyond.

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Day Two Hundred Eighty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elam brought back a message from Sy for his parents. It was a heartfelt plea. It has decided the father to send his wife with the next group. She would prefer to make the journey some time later before the twenty five days elapse, but she has agreed to go tomorrow.

I wonder if Sy’s father will ever leave.

When we arrived at the administration building, there was not a soul anywhere. But this time the doors were unlocked. So we entered.

It was an expansive area, designed to intimidate.

We approached the only occupant, a man of formidable size. Elijah asked to speak to the city ruler. He blanched on seeing us, and begged us to leave.

We did.

Day Two Hundred Seventy Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It would have been a quiet night in the square if not for the revelers at midnight. They appeared intent on hassling anyone in their path. Catching sight of us they came straight for us in a booze fueled fury.

Elijah stood to his feet and around the rock of his presence the subhuman tide split and fell to fighting amongst themselves.

We were not bothered the rest of the night, though we did take turns on watch.

With the dawn we took note of which residences surrounding the square did not disgorge any occupants. The second such house as it turned out belongs to Sy’s parents.

They invited us in. And listened eagerly to the news about their son.

Day Two Hundred Seventy One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was minding my own business, when a torrent of water splashed on my head. They explained that it was often the only indication they had of the weather outside. By the volume, they judged it to have been raining a good long time.

Several accompanied me up to twentieth floor for a look.

Pools of water were collected here and there. And heavy rain was still falling.

I judged it to be the perfect opportunity to lead them to safety beyond the river. I pointed to the bridge they should take and to their ultimate destination where they can join Sy and the others.

We descended, got them all together and ready.

I led them out into the rain.

Day Two Hundred Sixty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We all recovered from our mutual surprise rather quickly, due to the absence of the mark on any of our foreheads. This band of a dozen or so people has been hiding out and scavenging in the area since shortly after the recent troubles.

Elijah questioned them all in turn, and answered theirs. (He mentioned two names unfamiliar to me. I learned later that this was due to a promise Elijah had made to Sy, to seek after his parents. No one knew them).

They invited us into their abode, in another basement off of the tunnel. And refreshed us with food.

As Elijah settles in to instruct them in things of the Spirit, I will explore the building above.

Day Two Hundred Sixty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Before we parted Sy warned us that it would only be a few hours before the city forces come checking for him and his men. Once they missed his daily report, the city would go on full alert, looking for them and us.

I took the lead, as Elijah has never been on this side of the river. I thought it best to keep to the riverside and follow it to the next bridge down river, the bridge which the subterranean passage gives onto. Besides there was little sight or sound of reconstruction that way.

And so it turned out.

The tunnel entranceway was a jumble with no sign of recent use. We easily climbed over the rubble and descended.

Day Two Hundred Sixty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The leader of the guard would not leave Elijah’s side. Instead they conversed the night through. His men joined them upon rising with the sun.

All camp discipline and duties have been pushed aside.

I puttered about and got together a meal for everyone.

Then served each one as the meeting continued.

At the last, the leader begged Elijah to remove his mark. Elijah turned to me and called for a mirror. I soon returned with a small hand one. As soon as he gazed on his image, the mark faded. Elijah said he would now be called Sy.

As he sent them away to our former host, Elijah was candid about what lay ahead for them.  Hardship and persecution.