"Jacobson? Grant? What the hell is going on? Are you all right?" He yelled as he broke into a jog on the way to his co-workers. When he reached the men, a wave of pure horror washed over him as he tried to process what he saw. Jacobson sat slumped against the wall, disemboweled sill wearing a look of fright over his face, he was still clutching the rivet gun in his hand. Grant was crouched about five feet away, eating a large chunk of flesh ravenously. Owen reached slowly for the rivet gun and managed to pry it from Jacobson's hands before Grant turned his gaze onto him and slowly stood up. -D.M

i drew this after reading my friend's post in our space zombie rp. (the above is part of it.)
im not that awesome when it comes to sceneray but i did my best to portray what i was seeing. the only reason why its red is becuase i wanted to draw the whole thing with a colored pencial and without really looking i grabbed red. also i don't think red really works for the picture.

hope you like it, i plan to do more pictures as they come to me through the rp. ^ ^