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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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

Diary: Thruthful

Tell Malik the truth at least twice

Note: He is back home

Let Adem return to the shelter

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