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.

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...

Fucking snow. It buried half of the city so deep that we can't get there. No point waiting for the snow plows...

We've explored every nook and cranny of our abode and there's nothing useful left to find. We must venture outside.

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.

We finally managed to distill some moonshine. In a city under siege food and alcohol are always in high demand.

It's crucial to secure our place against night intruders. Two persons watching out for thieves can also watch out for each other.

This recovery from a grave illness proves that medicines work miracles. Or perhaps some of us have really robust immune systems.

What good fortune, not only we managed to dress these critical wounds, but they are healing nicely. Someone must be praying for us.

With just kind words and deeds, we helped one of us survive the darkest depression that can kill just as dead as a bullet.

We have now enough beds for everybody - that is, everybody but the one that has to go out and search for stuff.

For the first time since we wound up here all of us ate a hot meal. Let's not get accustomed yet.

One of us survived our first brush with violent death. We hope against all odds there will be no more encounters like that.

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.

Every building we visit has a story to tell. I'm wondering sometimes what kind of story we'll leave behind...

The winter's gone. The freeze is over. We made it through... everyone made it! Amazing.

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?

We've combed through all the neighborhood, it's harder and harder to find anything useful. This war can't end soon enough.

The bandits came in packs like dogs driven mad with hunger. We beat them back every night. And everyone survived. A miracle.

For the first time we all indulged our addictions. It keeps the spirits up, and damn the health issues, we can die tonight anyway.

It’s the children who suffer the most during war. They need all the help they can get. Thank you!

War can’t shut people’s mouths. Sometimes graffiti speaks more than a thousand words.

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.