Day Fifteen: morning

Went out with my brother to search for bread and vitals. There were no Guardians stopping us from leaving the neighbourhood, as is the case after evening prayers.

They are everywhere still; otherwise the streets are empty. Only bakeries that charge 4 times the normal price remain open.

While we were buying bread a Guardian stopped in front of the bakery and asked the baker if they had enough flour. Was this the stiff-necked dummy’s idea of a joke?