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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.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 18., 1:45

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...
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 15., 6:23

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...
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 17., 3:58

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.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 16., 1:39

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.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 15., 5:43

Diary: Miraculous recovery

This recovery from a grave illness proves that medicines work miracles. Or perhaps some of us have really robust immune systems.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 18., 6:26

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.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 18., 1:42

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.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 18., 1:12

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.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 15., 6:11

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.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 15., 6:15

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...
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 16., 2:29

Diary: We Have Wintered

The winter's gone. The freeze is over. We made it through... everyone made it! Amazing.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 17., 23:03

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?
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 17., 23:03

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.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 17., 23:03

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.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 16., 3:03

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.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 15., 5:17

Diary: The Truth

Faced my demons and learned the truth of that horrible night.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 17., 23:03

Diary: Home Shelled Home

Finally found a way back to the old apartment. Or whatever was left of it.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 17., 2:10

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.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 17., 3:58

Diary: Thruthful

Tell Malik the truth at least twice
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 18., 0:09

Note: He is back home

Let Adem return to the shelter
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 18., 0:58

Diary: My dear Ruben

We faced the harsh winter together and made it to the Museum, our new shelter.
Feloldva: 2020. nov. 18., 7:01



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