Vexing snow

Vexing snow. Half of the city’s buried so deep we can't get there. My kingdom for a snow plow...

Doubled the watch

It's crucial to secure our place against intruders. Two lookouts can watch out for each other.

Back from the brink

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

Our own playground

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

Bless the radio

The radio is useful beyond expectations. We get weather reports, important news and music too.

Day 7

We’ve been holed up here for seven days, and we’ve managed to keep everyone alive - so far...

Shooting for five stars

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

A bit of indulgence

We all indulged our addictions. It keeps the spirits up, and to hell with health issues for once!

Hostel's open!

We now have enough beds for everyone except the one who has to go out and scavenge.

Traces of lives

Every building we visit has a story to tell. What kind of story will we leave behind...?

First blood

One of us had a brush with violent death. Let’s hope there’ll be no more such encounters.

Finished ransacking

We've explored every nook and cranny of our abode. Now we must venture outside for more supplies.