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 Ninety Nine afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

Elam easily brought us to the building where we were all last together. Or what was left of it.

I sensed Elijah was no where near, but Elam insisted upon looking through the rubble. It was a fruitless search.

We marched away despite Elam’s exhaustion. I didn’t want to wait around for that woman.

Ten days to go.

Day Two Hundred Ninety Six afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

The woman took me to the administration building, and then down into the bowels of the structure.

I was put in a room with Elam, and left there. He appeared healthy, if a bit beat up. Together we assessed our situation.

She came back today to threaten us.

As she left, I reminded her thirteen days to go.

Day Two Hundred Ninety Six late morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah writes:

I saw Enoch depart with the woman. Yet I was unconcerned, and remained so even when he did not return in the evening.

I have confidence in him as we both rest in the Spirit.

I have continued to press on and out further into untouched territory.

Some ruffians tried to waylay me. Sadly, they are no more.

Day Two Hundred Ninety Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A three story building whose top floor is half open to the elements caught my eye. It stands in a deserted section of a former industrial area. The perfect place to rest from our daily endeavors.

We have some distance to travel to get to inhabited areas, but that’s a plus too.

We struck out down one long avenue and came back on the parallel boulevard.

It was upon the return that I saw her again. And she saw that I saw her. She came over to me.

I spoke first, saying nothing was going to stop what will happen at the end of the next two weeks.

She offered me a meeting with Elam.

So I went with her.

Day Two Hundred Ninety Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I left a note for Elam. Just with the thought that if he were able to free himself, he might come back here.

Given where we have to be before the next fifteen days elapse and what Elijah wants to accomplish in the next week, we took a swing through the affluent sector from the opposite end, proclaiming the warning at each step.

In short order we completed our task there and moved on into virgin territory on our slow march to the seaport.

I kept an eye pealed for a place for us to head quarter in while we plan our next steps in the neighboring sectors.

While doing so, I am sure I saw that woman shadowing us.