Smack that green flag.
Lineart and CC are by @Half_Moon20. The song is Fyrestone by Jesper Kyd (I believe). The actual title of my entry is from a song on the Borderlands soundtrack. The character is Hailey, and the inspiration for the background on this entry is the environment of New Haven from Borderlands. I guess a story is required, ain't it? Hailey ran through the junkyard of a place called New Haven, or maybe home, if she was desperate enough. She could only hear the cries of the ones she had just killed, took their lives with no remorse. It's not like they were good people, she reasoned with herself. They're just bandits, after all. What makes them special? They've probably killed more than I have in my life. But yet, she just didn't feel right. The blood on her hands felt different. Maybe if she didn't tell anyone and forgot about it, then it would all go away. But she knew different. No amount of forgetting could cover this up. She was dead, in more ways than one. And she would never be forgiven for being dead. For being a wendigo.
