As some of you know, I could not upload scene, so pasted it at the bottom of this section. Please read to get a better grasp of what I need. I'm usually out of work at 11 a.m. pacific time. Contact me if you need anything. If anything is not clear, please ask. Good Luck! NEW: For anyone who wants to go outside the box. I did want a cover at one time of the city of Fresno California in parel, but the 5th wave kind of stole my thunder. But if you want to look up Fresno and do something with my character or characters, and the infected people with dark eyes, you can. I don't want you to waste your important time, but you can message me and I will give any scenes or info I can. NEW: I'm going to paste and copy scene from book here since I couldn't download it. Please read so you can have a better understanding of the art I need. ----SCENE: The half-moon helps give some light to the darkness, but it did nothing for the cold. Thunder sounds and lightning scorches the skies, and soon after, the rain came falling hard and making visibility muddy. Craig gets up the street—something alerts him, he slows his pace. He sees a shadow about thirty feet away. It’s a person crouching down over another. Craig couldn’t quite make out what is going on. To him, it looks as if someone has died and the person of interest is mourning.
Craig Bainy opts not to take any chances. He walks next to a building, hiding behind it’s shadow and inches his way closer. He Hopes to pass with no conflict. At twenty feet away, he realizes it’s a woman. Her back is turned to him, and she’s kneeling. She’s thin, wearing a white nightgown. Her long hair glistens in the rain and moonlight as she bobbed down time and time again.
Being that it’s a women, Craig’s fear eases up.
Poor lady. She must have lost her husband or child—maybe her sibling. He thinks this while he strolls over.
I’ll offer her some help. She can’t be in the open—It’s not safe.
A few feet behind her, hoping to not startle the women, he speaks softly, “Hey lady, are you okay?”
The woman turns her neck so fast she looked to break it. Craig’s worrisome face turns instantly to horror. The woman’s mouth is covered and dripped with blood. She gives a wide, sinister smile, showing her teeth while she stands. Her eyes are as black as the night sky, and they shimmer in the moonlight. Whoever is on the floor wasn’t being sobbed over, but rather eaten. Craig has never witnessed this among the crazies. This encounter is a shock to him. Craig slowly backpeddles, pulling out his powerful revolver. His hand is shaky.
She’s not going to let you escape. You’re going to have to kill her.
He points the hand cannon at the evil before him.
“You're not going to kill a lady are you? She says; a kitchen knife in hand.
She steps forward. Craig backs. The knife shimmers.
“Let me show you how good you can feel.” The women recites, licking the blood around her lips. “Mmmm,” she moans, “Yummy.”
You know what’s coming. Put her down . . . Now!
She lifts the knife, smiles wickedly and lunges fiercely.
This time, Craig did what he hadn’t been able to do since the Kesburg’s place—kill. He put a single shot in the mad-woman’s face, blowing all her right cheek and part of her forehead off. Her body swings around then falls, splashing in the light puddles of the wet road, right next to body she was eating.
Craig drops to his knees; a moment later he hurles. “That was disgusting,” he says in a whisper. “God forgive me.” ----This is the scene broken down. Please refer to content detail: other description: to know ages of characters and other little details.