626 was designed to be a monster. But now, there’s nothing to destroy. You see, I never gave him a greater purpose. What must it be like — to have nothing? Not even memories to visit in the middle of the night.
The RPD crew just prepared Leon a welcome party before the outbreak started. Now they’re gone, and Leon sees their dead, zombified bodies everywhere on his first day. ;_____;
“Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?”
GNU Terry Pratchett and happy Glorious 25th of May!
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Every year I tell myself that I’m going to make something for the Glorious 25th and every year I run out of time. This year I told myself I definitely do not have time and here this is…
Anyway, I can’t think of a single creator who has influenced me and my work more than pterry. I wish I could have met him while he was still alive and kicking ❤️
I drew this comic last year for the New Frontiers anthology. It’s very intensely personal– but I’m glad I got an excuse to make a piece about these struggles.
The grandmother I mentioned in this comic passed away in December last year. I started this year with her funeral, visiting her house in Brownsville, a city in the Rio Grande Valley: my home by the border. I hold on to a lot of pieces of her life now. I wear her wooden prayer bracelets, I slip my hands into her gloves.
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