This War of Mine: The Little Ones

The dogs of war have been raging around for so long. I survived and I hope I am not the only one.

At first we hardly dared to hope we’d make it, yet we're still here. It means something… right?

Bandits came in packs like hungry wolves. We beat them back every night. And everyone survived.

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!

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

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

Our place is starting to resemble a proper home and it keeps the spirits up.

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

We've searched everywhere, and there’s almost nothing useful left. This war can't end soon enough.

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

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.

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

We managed to distill some moonshine. Under siege, food and alcohol are always in high demand.

Either modern medicines work miracles, or perhaps some of us have really robust immune systems.

What good fortune. We managed to dress these grave wounds and now they are healing nicely.

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

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