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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.
Låst opp 21. jan. 2015 kl. 9.32

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...
Låst opp 14. jan. 2015 kl. 14.59

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...
Låst opp 14. jan. 2015 kl. 23.47

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.
Låst opp 14. jan. 2015 kl. 14.12

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.
Låst opp 14. jan. 2015 kl. 19.28

Note: Distilled gold

We finally managed to distill some moonshine. In a city under siege food and alcohol are always in high demand.
Låst opp 14. jan. 2015 kl. 22.25

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.
Låst opp 14. jan. 2015 kl. 15.03

Diary: Miraculous recovery

This recovery from a grave illness proves that medicines work miracles. Or perhaps some of us have really robust immune systems.
Låst opp 16. jan. 2015 kl. 7.32

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.
Låst opp 18. jan. 2015 kl. 13.04

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.
Låst opp 14. jan. 2015 kl. 19.57

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.
Låst opp 14. jan. 2015 kl. 13.43

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.
Låst opp 14. jan. 2015 kl. 18.36

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.
Låst opp 14. jan. 2015 kl. 15.26

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.
Låst opp 14. jan. 2015 kl. 17.40

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...
Låst opp 14. jan. 2015 kl. 17.40

Diary: We Have Wintered

The winter's gone. The freeze is over. We made it through... everyone made it! Amazing.
Låst opp 15. jan. 2015 kl. 4.21

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?
Låst opp 23. nov. 2015 kl. 15.49

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.
Låst opp 14. jan. 2015 kl. 22.28

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.
Låst opp 21. jan. 2015 kl. 2.59

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.
Låst opp 14. jan. 2015 kl. 14.32

Epilogue: New life

Livia managed to survive until the end of war and gave birth to her child in time of peace.
Låst opp 13. jan. 2022 kl. 14.20



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