A little while back, we'd finished all four campaigns in Left4Dead (and I'd completed all on Advanced setting). For want of something new to do, I said, "Why don't we try Dead Air (our most recent campaign) on Expert?"
Admittedly, we weren't faring too well - on Expert you take up to four times as much damage as on Advanced - but we were still holding up. Until a horde hit us in one of the apartments, that is. One minute I heard the warning music come on... the next, my screen turned black and white, the words WRAITH KILLED FARLANDER ominously appeared, and, amid the chaos, I heard WraithTen blurt out over the headset, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!..."
That wasn't the only time she'd put a hole through me, by the way.
I'd been threatening WraithTen with this for ages now, but she's always laughed it off as one of those things I'm always drawing but never finish. Well! if that wasn't motivation to complete this, I don't know what is.
Zoey is WraithTen. Louis is me. Left4Dead is the property of Valve. I think.
a vampire from "the Strain", the amazing book by Guillermo Del Toro... the amazing AND creepy book that is giving me nightmares but DAMN I love it. and I have too much fun while drawing blood, way too much.
In the distance, low on the horizon, were lightning flashes against a gray sky.
Thread! Fear rooted her to the ground; she nearly choked on the half-chewed mouthful of greens. She tried to talk herself out of terror by counting the flashes of dragon fire that made a pattern across the sky: a wide, long pattern. If the dragonriders were already at work, the Thread wouldn't get as far as here. She was a long way from it.
But how far away was safe?
[...] She told herself firmly that now was not the time to panic. She forced herself to swallow the last of the cress juices. Then she had no control over her legs; they took off with her and she was running, towards the sea and towards the rock safety of her cave.
Beauty appeared above her head, swooping and chittering as she caught Menolly's fear. Rocky and Diver arrived with Mimic popping in a half-breath later. They experienced her alarm, circling around her head as she ran, calling out with the piercingly sweet tenor bugle of challenge.
[...] She ran as close to the bluff edge as she dared. She'd slithered down one cliff without desperate damage to herself: she'd risk it again to get into the water if she had to.
She ran, one eye on the Dragon Stones, one for the ground ahead of her feet.
She heard the whoosh, heard the fire lizards' startled chirrups, saw the shadow and fell to the ground covering her head instinctively with her hands, her body taut for the first feel of flesh-scoring Thread. She smelt fire-stone, and felt the air heavy against her body.
"Get on your feet, you silly fool! And hurry. Leading edge is nearly on us!"
Incredulous, Menolly looked up, right into the whirling eyes of a brown dragon. He cocked his head and hummed urgently.
"Get up!" said his rider.
-Dragonsong, by Anne McCaffrey.
I took a few liberties with this... the Dragon Stones are behind Menolly since I wanted her to face us on the page, and I still wanted to see them--so I put them behind her. I also tried thinking of a good composition with the brown dragon and his rider coming on top of Menolly, with their shadow falling over her, and I could have done something like that (probably more effective, too...) with the use of one or two more panels, but the bottom panel image was stuck in my head so I decided to draw that instead.