Day Seven Hundred Ten #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

With the way open behind us, we were again called upon to press forward into the pass. The Captain and I had ended our fasts, but Elijah was continuing with his.

Other units pulled into the area and filled it up as we vacated it.

All was calm and peaceful and nothing but the silence of the mountains greeted our ears along the way.

The soldiers marching with us were noticeably ill at ease. And their leader called an end to our advance much earlier than I would have thought.

We later learned that this had been at the instigation of the Supreme Commander whose vehicle had caught up with the advance unit, also bearing Tomas, our very excited friend.

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Day Six Hundred Thirty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Though we could see our way by the light of the stars, our progress was slow. By a great measure our pace improved with the rising of the moon.

It was otherworldly to watch my companions’ shadows ascending and descending the contours of the land as I followed in their wake. Our silhouettes only recognizable half the time.

We were all still energetic with the coming of day, so we pressed on. Only stopping when the heat drained our resolve.

The Captain did well, so we no longer harbor apprehensions about his ability to keep up. And I marvel at Elijah’s constitution. I do believe he could easily outdistance us all.

Turned in without a morsel, but not really fasting.

Day Two Hundred Thirty Six Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

The way is very hard, and I am so tired. I do not think I am much past the first hill.

How can I go on?