War has no end. Its victims are counted in thousands and every day we slowly lose our hope. Food is running low and our shelter is collapsing - yet we continue to fight. 

New faces appear in the city: friendly ones, at the makeshift market or in neighboring houses, hostile ones, at night with blinding flashlights and clubs and knives. 

We seek new paths to move through the ruins - sometimes even underground - just to avoid snipers and scavenge anything of value. It's never much, but we keep fighting. We have no other choice.