Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 170686 times)

"Either you stop moving and I increase your chances of living, or you can keep painfully digging into your flesh and contaminating your blood. I personally don't care about your welfare."

I go outside, and start spraying the fire extinguisher at the small fire, it goes out fast, but there was more to come.

"Fine." I say before removing my hand from my wound.

I begin operating on Keith, making calm, precise cuts where needed to extract the bullets.

"Get your arse down!" I shout as a fresh batch of tremendous flames leaps up when the fire hits the actual tank of gas.  I spray wildly into it, starting at the edges as usual. 

I jump back and spray more at the flames

I walk back to the hospital room and I sit on the bed.

"We finished? I'd really like to get this gasoline off of me before you think it's a good time to light a fire."

I bite my lower lip. "What have I done?" I think. "I made the poor kid have a breakdown... There weren't that many crazies on him... Didn't I kill one?" I sit on the bed, full of guilt.



Initial (terrible) sketch of the basics I'm including.  The real thing is going to be totally separate. 
Tell me how you like it.  For the record, it's the indecent at the warehouse. 

Man where's me feeling betrayed in the background yo.

Have you done me yet, Morningstar? :D

Yes, I have to scan it,
but now I'm going to bed.  And tomorrow trough the 30th I'll be in Maine. 
Dang. 


Eh, less, strong. I'm skinny and small.

Still, awesome drawing. :D

You got great drawing skills.