There are four total The Days After documents in the game.
Fires still rage in the outer districts. The last of the wooden buildings will be consumed by nightfall. The heart of our city is gone, buried beneath the ice. I can take some small solace in the fact that the Mongol invaders were killed, alongside the Prophet's warriors who died to save us.
And the Prophet himself... no one has seen him since the morning after the siege ended. We need his wisdom, now more than ever. We do not have enough food to feed those who survived. Some believe the worst is over, but I fear that is not the case.
When the city of Kitezh fell, the inhabitants were forced to go on without the Prophet...
The Abandoned CityEdit
It has been months since the snows of the mountain buried the heart of Kitezh. We sent men to search for survivors or food, but none have returned. Sounds drift up from the glaciers, but if people still live entombed inside, I do not know. It could be the shifting ice, but I will be the first to admit, it sounds like the voices of men.
Perhaps the ghosts of the Prophet's warriors still patrol the frozen streets. We will send no more of our people inside. We have to accept that the Prophet, and the city, are lost to us, and that we are now on our own.
The survivors of the fall of Kitezh had to abandon the heart of the city...
It is our first winter since the Mongol invasion. No more than one in three of us will survive. We once had marble palaces, heated by geothermal vents. We had the wealth and luxury of an empire. Today, we struggle to find enough hides to keep our children warm, to gather enough roots and berries to feed ourselves.
If we are to survive another winter, we will have to adapt. If we do not, then we will feed the soil, and the animals will take back the valley. It is up to us, now. Only us.
The survivors of the Mongol siege struggled to survive without the infrastructure of their city.
It has been nearly a decade since Kitezh was lost to us. In the first years, I thought we would not survive. We are the Remnant of a once great people, but we did survive. The struggle became second nature, and then a way of life. Our numbers no longer dwindle. We may never be great again, but we will live, this winter and the next.
I know this in my heart, for God has given us a sign. Last night, a wild man wandered into our camp, emaciated and raving with fever. We gave him food, cut his tangled beard, and cleaned his wounds. The others do not recognize him yet. It has been too long. But I know him. The Prophet... The Prophet has returned to us.
After many years, the surviving remnant of the Prophet's people adapted to survive in the valley.