This War of Mine: Final Cut

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.

What good fortune! The wounds are healing nicely.

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.

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

Some may need the clothes more than anything.