This War of Mine: Final Cut

Obtain all the trophies

The war ends some day. It did for me. I hope I am not the only one.

It's been seven days since we holed up here. We survived for a week! So far…

When the winter strikes Pogoren, you better be ready.

We've used every little thing we found here. We must venture outside.

The radio is useful beyond expectations. We get the news!

We finally managed to distill some moonshine. Always in high demand.

It's crucial to secure our place against night intruders. Two may be enough.

This recovery from a grave illness proves that medicines work miracles.

What good fortune! The wounds are healing nicely.

With just kind words and deeds, we helped one of us survive the darkest moment.

We have now enough beds for everybody.

For the first time since we wound up here all of us ate a hot meal.

One of us survived our first brush with violent death.

Our place is starting to resemble a proper home.

Every building we visit has a story to tell. The more you learn, the better.

The winter's gone. The freeze is over. We all made it through.

Many died, but we're all still here. This surely means something... right?

We've combed through all the neighborhood. Can we scavenge anything left?

The bandits came in packs like dogs driven mad with hunger, but we were stronger.

Coffee and smokes - sometimes that's all.

Being forced to leave home is cruel. But when home is hell, you gotta escape.

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

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

Some may need the clothes more than anything.

The winter was severe. I knew Tito used to help my father frequently. I decided to help him too.

They had only their adoptive father - Adam. Now they have a glimmer of hope to survive this war.

We finally managed to repair the truck. Now we can move our heritage to safety.

We gave the painting to Colonel Markov. Our heritage should be safe now.

We faced the harsh winter together and made it to the Museum, our new shelter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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