Comic made by me

Comic made by me

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Thu, Aug 27, 2020<5 mins
Oh my... a comic book? how good could it be my answer: don't worry, it's very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very badly made also my answer: but yes, it is made by me and so, you could see how bad I was at drawing 😭 anyway, the story is about the survivor that woke up in a cell and they have to find a way to fight and escape the place alive and in the future comic, there will be a lot of fight, death, blood, bad drawing, characters, and crossover and just you know I draw this when I since 12 (I think?) until now and my drawing never got better 😭 well, enjoy! WARNING: -A lot of blood -Violence -Bad Drawing -A lot of Death -confusing theory You have been warned! Clue how to read the comics 😅 top left, top right, bottom left, bottom right, and continuously and the characters and the story is by me (which is badly made) but any characters name and the title is not mine but in the future comic, I'll make original name characters and title
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Right now, I'm squatting in a pile of human waste, desperately trying to get a signal on my phone. My friends are watching me reluctantly, their faces stained with blood and what I only hope is dirt. The light from my phone is illuminating their faces, casting light on the looks of horror that I have come to know all too well. My best friend is cradling her left arm, bandaged with a torn piece of cloth in hopes of stopping the blood flow. My sister can barely walk, and I think her hand is broken. She looks on the verge of tears. As we calm down, catching our breaths, I give up looking at my phone. I slowly turn to them, my own face crusted with blood. I look at each of them, one by one. "Ok, who got bitten?"

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