Few pedestrians were walking the roads. Almost none were headed away from the city like we were. Any we saw were fleeing the countryside. They cast suspicious glances our way in passing.
Our only occasional companions outward bound were the army convoys. Thankfully they ignored us.
We paid particular attention to the tanker trucks lumbering by. Those inward bound. None were driven by our old comrade Elam.
I found another shady spot for us to pass the most grueling part of the day.
A couple of city bound groups stumbled upon us in turn. They collected themselves, all the while averting their gazes, and walked on without a word.
None of them seemed to like the look of Elijah’s staff.
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