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Ongoing, First published Apr 15, 2018
Squishy is a Frog that has been found in an apartment and became the pet...no... best friend of mine; a human survivor in the beginning of an apocalyptic world. He is a very unique frog... One could only wonder what species? It also has a strong desire to see what's on the other side of a locked door. I,too wonder what's on the other side? Food, water and shelter are constantly under guard by the damned and maniacal but Together, we struggle in an attempt to survive against an even greater enemy.
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