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Blood and Skin.
Sam hears the gunshot a second before the bullet pierces his arm, lodging deep into the muscle, and then the infected start screaming, noticing him, moaning and running towards him and he was an idiot to think that he was going to get through this God-forsaken town alive.
He runs as fast as he can, aiming and shooting poorly at the infected following after him.  Fuck, his right arm, his goddamn shooting arm is fucked to hell and none of the bullets even hit, fuck.
There’s another gunshot, and Sam braces himself for another bullet, probably someone who doesn’t want any competition for the sparse food in the area, the few safe places to hide out for the night, but the secondary pain never comes.  Sam can feel himself fading, blood pulsing out of the wound in his arm with every heartbeat, dripping down his arm and his left hand, clutching feebly to the wound.
All of a sudden, there’s a body next to him, and Sam fumbles for his gun before it says, “Don’t even think about it, you son of a bitch, you’re going to get us killed.  Just follow me.”
Sam runs, feeling the press of a hand on his back, urging him on, gunshots ringing in his ears, and he’s tugged through a small door and he falls down as the guy barricades the door fast with slats of wood, mumbling to himself about “goddamn zombies and fucking kids running around in broad daylight why do I have to deal with this shit fucking incompetents.”
It’s dark in the small room they’re in, the pounding of infected bodies slamming into the heavy door loud in his ears.  The man crouches near him, and Sam can see the outline of strong shoulders as hands rip the sleeve of his shirt and tie it around his bicep tight, and Sam cries out, gritting his teeth.  
There was so much blood, Sam could feel it dripping down his arm and onto his clothes and over his hand as he clutched.  
“I’m going to save your life you son of a bitch so you better not fucking make too much noise as a do this, okay?”  Sam swallows and nods.  ”Good.  Dumb fucking kid getting fucking shot what the fuck why do I always put up with this shit fuck fuck fuck.”
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Okay so first of I have to apologize for the cursing and the blood.  Second I had so many copies of this with different coloring styles and shit I just got sick of it, cropped it, and posted it like this.  I like it this way, actually, so.  I think the blood stands out well.
Also, I didn’t look up any reference for blood spatter or dripping or whatever so.  Yeah.  I’m sure I’ll think of something to say later when it’s too late, but whatever.  More apocalypse shit.  Woo.
ETA: ALSO, I discovered the smudge tool.  Trololol.

Everyone should follow my art blog okay.  Please.

white-wash:

Blood and Skin.

Sam hears the gunshot a second before the bullet pierces his arm, lodging deep into the muscle, and then the infected start screaming, noticing him, moaning and running towards him and he was an idiot to think that he was going to get through this God-forsaken town alive.

He runs as fast as he can, aiming and shooting poorly at the infected following after him.  Fuck, his right arm, his goddamn shooting arm is fucked to hell and none of the bullets even hit, fuck.

There’s another gunshot, and Sam braces himself for another bullet, probably someone who doesn’t want any competition for the sparse food in the area, the few safe places to hide out for the night, but the secondary pain never comes.  Sam can feel himself fading, blood pulsing out of the wound in his arm with every heartbeat, dripping down his arm and his left hand, clutching feebly to the wound.

All of a sudden, there’s a body next to him, and Sam fumbles for his gun before it says, “Don’t even think about it, you son of a bitch, you’re going to get us killed.  Just follow me.”

Sam runs, feeling the press of a hand on his back, urging him on, gunshots ringing in his ears, and he’s tugged through a small door and he falls down as the guy barricades the door fast with slats of wood, mumbling to himself about “goddamn zombies and fucking kids running around in broad daylight why do I have to deal with this shit fucking incompetents.”

It’s dark in the small room they’re in, the pounding of infected bodies slamming into the heavy door loud in his ears.  The man crouches near him, and Sam can see the outline of strong shoulders as hands rip the sleeve of his shirt and tie it around his bicep tight, and Sam cries out, gritting his teeth.  

There was so much blood, Sam could feel it dripping down his arm and onto his clothes and over his hand as he clutched.  

“I’m going to save your life you son of a bitch so you better not fucking make too much noise as a do this, okay?”  Sam swallows and nods.  ”Good.  Dumb fucking kid getting fucking shot what the fuck why do I always put up with this shit fuck fuck fuck.”

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Okay so first of I have to apologize for the cursing and the blood.  Second I had so many copies of this with different coloring styles and shit I just got sick of it, cropped it, and posted it like this.  I like it this way, actually, so.  I think the blood stands out well.

Also, I didn’t look up any reference for blood spatter or dripping or whatever so.  Yeah.  I’m sure I’ll think of something to say later when it’s too late, but whatever.  More apocalypse shit.  Woo.

ETA: ALSO, I discovered the smudge tool.  Trololol.

Everyone should follow my art blog okay.  Please.

 
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    omg apocalypse suck my creys this is awesome
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    Everyone should follow my art blog okay. Please.
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    So I drew more.
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