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Headshot, Zombie Down: an Animation Exercise

Animation drawing of a zombie killed from a headshot head blown off

Here’s another animation exercise done in Pencil.exe.  Yeah – it’s a bit gory… but if you’re gonna draw zombies, then you’re gonna have to scramble some brains now and then.

I know I’ve complained about the buggy-ness of the freeware Pencil 2D program, but I really love the rough, sketchy feel it allows you to create.  It’s like drawing with a PENCIL… lol.  If this program got some serious funding behind it, it could be straight-up awesome!

This is by far the most detailed animation I’ve done in the Pencil 2D animation program to date.

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Got Walking Dead? Kill the Head!

The Walking Dead on AMC.  Sweet.

I was turned on to the comic (or graphic novel, I guess… I’m never sure) around a year or so ago.  I loved it right away.

The combination of the brilliant story written by Robert Kirkman, and the striking illustrations by Tony Moore, just really does it for me.  Both the story and the drawings in The Walking Dead are direct and efficient, without ever appearing to be anything less than Kirkman’s and Moore’s very best effort… on every page and every panel.

Maybe it was foolish of me, but I was a caught off-guard when Frank Darabont’s TV version chose to use a different opening sequence than the one from the comic.  I guess the opening sequence in the book worked so well for me that I couldn’t imagine anyone feeling the need to rewrite it in any way.  I mean the screenplay AND the storyboard/shotlist were all right there… why wouldn’t you just USE them?

But once I got over my surprise – and reset my expectations – I was able to thoroughly enjoy watching the show.

I mean, when was the last time any of us had the opportunity to watch a TV series about Zombies?  And this series is going to based on some top-notch source material… it would be a real waste not to enjoy the ride.

Here’s another Zombie drawing, in honor of the Walking Dead on AMC.  DVR – RecordSeries – Check.

Remember… always kill the head.


The Z Team

Wow – it’s been a busy summer/fall for me in my non-artistic life!  I’ve only recently started doing some drawing again… and it’s been a reinvigorating experience.  Creative expression really does help my state of mind.

I’ve picked up on the Zombie project idea again, and started designing some of the non-Zombie characters who are going to have to survive in the world of the living dead.

So, here are a couple of pics of * THE Z-TEAM *… work in progress.

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1ST DRAFT w/storyline & dialog ideas overlayed

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CAST OF CHARACTERS + a bit more definition

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BACKSTORY w/WORKING NAMES:

MARCUS (front-center):
college student… was on a canoe trip when the Zombie outbreak swept through the cities, towns, and well… campuses.  He got back to the dorm… had a look around… and decided to head for the hills… literally;

TREVOR (front-left):
art-school dropout & vagabond… was crashing at an acquaintance’s hunting cabin when the dead came to town… and that’s right where he was when Marcus found him;

HOOPS (back-center):
biker/mechanic… stays on the move riding with his motorcycle club and kicking Zombie asses along the way… “Live to Ride, Ride to Live” has taken on new meaning… while running for their lives from a pack of TEETH, the boys are saved when Hoops and Co. happen on the scene… suffering a broken ankle in the scrum, Hoops decides to stay with the boys for a bit while he heals;

VALERIE (front-right):
USMC Combat Rifle Company squad-leader whose team was eviscerated when a call to “quell a riot” in Trenton NJ put them in the path of several-hundred Zombies tearing through the city… after barely escaping across the river, Val comes looking for provisions at the mall.

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That’s it for now… look for more… sooner or later.

And remember – Kill the Head!

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Zombies NEVER Knock… how rude

If there’s one thing I just can’t stand about Zombies it’s gotta be how damned inconsiderate they are…

Ya know – it doesn’t make one bit of a difference to a Zombie what plans YOU may have had for the day, oh no…

The ZOMBIE wants to rip your arms off… the ZOMBIE wants to tear open your skull-bucket and devour your brains… It’s all about the Zombie… ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE!!!

To hell with your important business meeting… or your long-awaited vacation… to hell with your lunch date with grandma… to hell with your stupid wedding reception… GAH!  See what I mean??? SO friggin selfish!

Seriously… I mean half the time they can’t even be bothered to use DOORS…

Knock, Knock.
“Who’s there?”
Nevermind… I’m coming through the WALL!

What a bunch of JERKS…!!!

 
 

Come here so I can eat you!

 

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Well anyway…

I think this may be my favorite of all my Zombie sketches so far.  It captures the look and the style I was after throughout this exercise.  I’m really satisfied with this one.

As a matter of fact… this is the last Zombie sketch I think I’ll be posting…

At least for a while…  I’ve got some other doodles that I want to give a little time to.

But you know Zombies… you can’t ever really get rid of ’em… not really.


So You’ve Got Zombies, eh?

In a world following a massive-scale Zombie outbreak… lots of things will change… many sights that would surprise you today, will become commonplace…

Traditional law enforcement and military forces will likely be otherwise occupied with securing strategic infrastructure (or protecting the “important” people) or they may even no longer exist… except maybe as uniformed Undead

Bands of citizens will have to organize and pull together for their mutual survival…  groups like the one in this sketch won’t be uncommon at all…

These guys look like they’ve survived quite a bit and know what they’re doing… they also look like “good guys”…

Which brings up a good point –  even if you’re alone and on the run from flesh-eating Ghouls, a roving gang of armed men isn’t necessarily a good thing to run into… but I think these guys would help you out… if they could…

Jeez... the old neighborhood sure has gone downhill, eh...?

 

I decided to combine 2 pix in this one post.  Though they’re not exactly related, I think they go well together visually.

Not too much to say about this next one… I think it tells its own story…

You can fill in the details however you want… but one thing is for sure… some shit is about to go down, and it ain’t gonna be pretty…

 

'Now look what you did... MUD on my favorite boots...!'


The “Zombie Whisperer”???

Zombies are mindless animated corpses, operating strictly on the simple instinct to pursue and devour… no external force affects or influences their behavior… right?  Well what if something, or someONE, could?  What if some sinister figure had the ability to coordinate–to direct–the legions of the Undead?  How would that change the playing field?

So, I’d sketched up some ghoulies, dreamed up a hero and carved out a back-story for her–partially setting the stage for the overall story in a spontaneous fit of creative writing (don’t worry… that doesn’t happen often.)  So what next…? 

Well, I’m the kind of person who craves balance.  So once I’d defined the hero, it became important for me to come up with an Anti-Hero.  “Protagonist… meet Antagonist.  I’m sure you’ll hit it off famously.”

To be honest, I never did come up with quite as clear of an idea about who the Antagonist was, or where he came from.  Maybe I was being lazy, but I decided that he would at least start out as a complete mystery… and I figured I could sort out the rest if it ever became important. And knowing that I was doing this as a creative exercise, and never really planned to actually MAKE a movie out of it… I figured that was good enough.

The Antagonist as far as I did define him was a man… probably incredibly old, but with no appearance of physical decline… grim, but not unattractive… absolutely fearless and intimidating beyond belief.  In fact, I modeled the basic idea off of my memory of Stephen King’s ultimate villain Randall Flagg, from one of my very favorite books ‘The Stand.’

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 Like I mentioned previously… my main goals in this series of drawings were:

1)  move quickly – don’t spend too much time on details
2)  experiment with framing
3)  work on color schemes to convey mood

On that score, I think I did well with this one.  Although, I’m not exactly crazy about the face, or the figures in the background (truthfully, I’m not even sure what they were supposed to be… but I’m calling them Zombies now… weird, lumpy Zombies) I do like the framing, the colors and the overall sense I get when looking at this sketch, so… I’ll call it a keeper.


Zombie Killer – Qu’est-ce Que C’est?

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How about I start off this post with a meaningful (pretentious?) quote…?

Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
~~ William Shakespeare ~~

Yeah – nice one… that’ll do.
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So… WHY would anyone be afraid of greatness? I mean wouldn’t it be… I dunno… great??? OK, then consider this… What if you were born great, but didn’t know it? And then at some point–having made no effort to achieve greatness–it was suddenly–and violently–thrust upon you? And what if this all happened to you when you were less than 10 years old??? Hmm… yeah. That could be just a little scary – don’t ya think?

So, there you go – that’s the basis of the back-story for our hero, Blue. Fleshing it out a bit more I figured it went something like this…

The Zombie outbreak surged to a global crisis just before the girl’s 9th birthday, and the defenses which had been keeping her community safe, abruptly and completely failed… As all hell broke loose, the Emergency Broadcast System announced that the Catastrophic Incident Evacuation Plan had been initiated, and so her family set out for the nearby waterfront in hopes of escaping aboard one of the Coast Guard-commanded vessels that had been prepared for this contingency…

At the waterfront, instead of finding salvation they found nothing but chaos and horror… The Coast Guard and their evacuation craft had been overwhelmed by the Walking Dead, and throngs of arriving civilians, caught up in the desperate stampede for survival, found themselves swept forward into the jaws of a nightmarish feeding-frenzy… Panic-stricken people ran blindly in all directions – bodies slammed violently into one another and the world moved at dizzying speed… Clutching his daughter in one arm and holding onto his wife with the other, Blue’s father struggled to keep his feet as he sought an escape route for his family… And suddenly – time slowed…

Blue felt the massive jolt that spun her father completely around… She felt herself slip from his slackened grasp as she was sent airborne… she saw the awful look in his eyes as–still reaching out in an attempt to save her–he went down under the pile of bodies… 

 

 

On the ground now, she staggered to her feet… she glanced around wildly but could see no sign of her parents… her tear-filled eyes began to burn with heat… a high-pitched white-noise filled her head… her limbs and spine stiffened… and from the pit of her stomach to the tips of her fingers and toes a bright tension drew steadily, relentlessly inward… and just when she felt as if her body was on the verge of collapsing in on itself… the tension released in an outward rush of brilliant light and wind…

Blue felt like she was falling from a sky-scraper, only horizontally – and without moving… she could see nothing but brightness, and though she was sure she was engulfed by flames, there was no heat… no pain… only a deafening roar… through which she imagined she heard horrifying shrieking…

 

OK, wow – I wasn’t expecting to write all of that.  I’d said I was going to keep these posts short, but it looks like I just can’t be trusted.  At any rate…

Some time later, Blue opened her eyes and found herself strapped to a stretcher in the back of a military helicopter flying over the ocean.  The rescue team had found her unconcious at the scene of the massacre… the sole survivor, surrounded by hundreds (possibly thousands) of incinerated corpses.  They’d decided there must have been a chain reaction of explosions which had ignited the thousands of gallons of marine diesel stored at the site… but damned if anyone could explain how this little girl had survived… it could only be a miracle.

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