FINALLY DONE.
The zombies in the background are zombified versions of some of my friends xP
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Screeching wails, scraping claws, & frantic pounding reverberated from behind the thick glass of one of the holding rooms containing some of Cedric's repurposed failed experiments. His fingers trembling slightly as he prepared an injection to end his latest one.
Already you were starting to show signs of the infection taking hold, your eyes dilated and flicking wildly between visions that weren't there. Your limbs starting to strain against the straps that held you down onto the bed, muscles twitching sporadically.
Three days.
Three days he had spent with only a few hours of sleep between them. He had worked relentlessly on this new vaccine, but for what? Just another failure? Another disappointment? Another body to lay to rest in the already quickly filling courtyard in the back?
Already he was thinking about what he'd write about you at the end of his notes on you, his mind pouring over the things he had found in your pack when you had first arrived. The things you seemed to find important. The things you'd talk about with the other survivors he had you locked up next to. Hopes, dreams, hobbies, & affections.
As the syringe filled with the fluids of your final injection, so too did the words fill his thoughts. But out of all of them, the ones that made his throat tighten the most were, "I'm sorry".
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This turned out super fun!!! Hoping to do another piece soon where I get to stick more friends into the background xP
The zombies in the background are zombified versions of some of my friends xP
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Screeching wails, scraping claws, & frantic pounding reverberated from behind the thick glass of one of the holding rooms containing some of Cedric's repurposed failed experiments. His fingers trembling slightly as he prepared an injection to end his latest one.
Already you were starting to show signs of the infection taking hold, your eyes dilated and flicking wildly between visions that weren't there. Your limbs starting to strain against the straps that held you down onto the bed, muscles twitching sporadically.
Three days.
Three days he had spent with only a few hours of sleep between them. He had worked relentlessly on this new vaccine, but for what? Just another failure? Another disappointment? Another body to lay to rest in the already quickly filling courtyard in the back?
Already he was thinking about what he'd write about you at the end of his notes on you, his mind pouring over the things he had found in your pack when you had first arrived. The things you seemed to find important. The things you'd talk about with the other survivors he had you locked up next to. Hopes, dreams, hobbies, & affections.
As the syringe filled with the fluids of your final injection, so too did the words fill his thoughts. But out of all of them, the ones that made his throat tighten the most were, "I'm sorry".
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This turned out super fun!!! Hoping to do another piece soon where I get to stick more friends into the background xP
Category Artwork (Digital) / Portraits
Species Feline (Other)
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