Continuing the series from the last two weeks, the extinction event continues, with the trilobites back in their underground refuge.
This comic is a continuation of last week’s cliffhanger. Life itself hangs in the balance as an apocalypse may (or may not be) imminent.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. (If you’re wondering why I posted this, it’s Remembrance Day.)
Still trying to get back onto a normal posting schedule, but hey, at least the frequency has been increasing, right? Also, I’m getting back on Twitter a little more lately, so head over there and say hi if you use it.