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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: 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 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.

Epilogue: New life

Livia managed to survive until the end of war and gave birth to her child in time of peace.

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