[Girls frontline] Escape from Petrengrad
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  • Reads 2,109
  • Votes 68
  • Parts 5
  • Time 1h 17m
Ongoing, First published Apr 28, 2020
At the ruined city of Petrengrad now Sector 23, the former citizens whether human or a doll now scavenging for anything in order to survive but one thing is certain that Sangvis Ferri patrolling the streets, different gangs of scavengers compete for anything, infected roaming the city awaiting poor scavengers only to be eaten and lastly G&K conducting interdiction raids on the sector. This story focuses on a group of ragtag scavengers surviving the harsh environment now they living.



This story conjoined with Welcome to SOD as well and the Veyverse

Thank you Javlarvafan for the cover and font title plus anything else for this cover and making it

The art belongs to Zapnik and the other art is respectable for the owners as well
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