“A soft hacking that grew steadily until it had reached a pitch that was almost deafening. We swung around. Our flashlights split the night air as we searched, panicked, for we knew what that sound meant. We knew, because they had warned us. We had been warned. And we had not listened.” – Words by Matthew Zane Winfield
This is a personal project that I completed recently that will form part of an ongoing collaborative series with words by my brother, Matthew Winfield. The original character sketch was done last year as part of the Inktober challenge I took part in.