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Epilogue: War is over

The dogs of war have been raging insanely all around for so long. Too long for many. But I survived and I hope I am not the only one.

Diary: Day 7

It's been seven days since we holed up here. Death is all around, but we've been lucky to keep everyone alive - so far...

Diary: Effing Snow

Fucking snow. It buried half of the city so deep that we can't get there. No point waiting for the snow plows...

Diary: Finished ransacking

We've explored every nook and cranny of our abode and there's nothing useful left to find. We must venture outside.

Note: Bless the radio

The radio is useful beyond expectations. We get the news and it's so good to be reminded of normal life and the wide world.

Note: Distilled gold

We finally managed to distill some moonshine. In a city under siege food and alcohol are always in high demand.

Note: Doubled the watch

It's crucial to secure our place against night intruders. Two persons watching out for thieves can also watch out for each other.

Diary: Miraculous recovery

This recovery from a grave illness proves that medicines work miracles. Or perhaps some of us have really robust immune systems.

Diary: Patched up and ready to go

What good fortune, not only we managed to dress these critical wounds, but they are healing nicely. Someone must be praying for us.

Diary: Back from the brink

With just kind words and deeds, we helped one of us survive the darkest depression that can kill just as dead as a bullet.

Diary: Hostel's open!

We have now enough beds for everybody - that is, everybody but the one that has to go out and search for stuff.

Diary: Shooting for five stars

For the first time since we wound up here all of us ate a hot meal. Let's not get accustomed yet.

Diary: First blood

One of us survived our first brush with violent death. We hope against all odds there will be no more encounters like that.

Note: Creature comforts

Our place is starting to resemble a proper home. Let's furnish it so we can live in a relative comfort, it keeps the spirits up.

Diary: Traces of lives

Every building we visit has a story to tell. I'm wondering sometimes what kind of story we'll leave behind...

Diary: We Have Wintered

The winter's gone. The freeze is over. We made it through... everyone made it! Amazing.

Epilogue: We made it!

In the beginning, we didn't hope we'll all make it. So many died. And yet we're still here. This surely means something... right?

Diary: We've been everywhere

We've combed through all the neighborhood, it's harder and harder to find anything useful. This war can't end soon enough.

Diary: We Made A Stand

The bandits came in packs like dogs driven mad with hunger. We beat them back every night. And everyone survived. A miracle.

Note: A bit of indulgence

For the first time we all indulged our addictions. It keeps the spirits up, and damn the health issues, we can die tonight anyway.

Note: Helping children

It’s the children who suffer the most during war. They need all the help they can get. Thank you!

Note: Street Art

War can’t shut people’s mouths. Sometimes graffiti speaks more than a thousand words.

Note: The school of life

It’s crucial that kids learn to survive on their own. What if we don’t come back one night?

Diary: Our future

We made it! Schools will reopen soon. From now on, kids will live a normal life again.

Note: Avoid the worst

Attacking a place that shelters a kid… Atrocious! We stand together to protect our little one!

Note: Better days

Kids… they sometimes seem to be far away from this war. It’s heartwarming.

Diary: Bond for life

At least the kid has a new playmate. Maybe it will even be a break from our daily routine here.

Note: Everybody got to learn

Solidarity. That’s the first thing we have to teach to our children.

Diary: Our own playground

We wish we could be kids again and have fun with practically nothing.

Note: No more tears

Nothing is more beautiful to see than a child smile and play again.

Epilogue: Exodus

Safe at last, I looked back at the burning city and wept. I wished that all who wanted to leave it could do so. Escape from Pogoren.

Diary: The Truth

Faced my demons and learned the truth of that horrible night.

Diary: Home Shelled Home

Finally found a way back to the old apartment. Or whatever was left of it.

Diary: Compassion

The hoodie meant the world to Amelia, but war turns everything upside down. This piece of cloth was crucial to this woman’s health. Maybe life.

Diary: The doctor

The stakes were high, but I could not stay idle. I killed those soldiers, but I saved the doctor.

Note: Malik on duty

Learn and broadcast all the news

Diary: You are a liar

Lie to Malik on two or more occasions

Diary: Thruthful