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.

Day Two Hundred Seventy Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Last night was quiet and peaceful from one end to the other. Elijah must have made a lasting impression.

Sy’s father put in a request to him. He would like us to get a message to his son. Elijah refused as we are not headed that way. But he added that the only reason for returning – part way at least – would be to point them in the right direction. That ended the discussion.

We left for the administration building. It was as though we walked in a bubble, for everyone on the streets avoided us. And it was the same at the administration building. They declined to let us in until we bear the mark.

We’ll try another tack tomorrow.