Zee Stealth : TAKE COVER

an OC I created for the RA contest: [link] . I really like him, it's been a while since I came to love an OC I created

Update 06/03/12: here's the full version of the "journal" : [link]

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[Entry Code: 22359801, 11:16:21]
It took a few more patrols around the city – barely a week – until things got horribly wrong.
Everything happened so fast, I can just barely recall some of the Hunter-Drones within the city – remotely controlled by ANNET through the Transmitters – going haywire and attacking the patrolling troops.
I had a feeling something has gone wrong, but I had no idea to what level. Regardless, I immediately ordered my team to retread from the borders, deeper into the Dead Zone.
Since no one possessed weapons and ammunition strong enough to fight the machines, the team did as they were told and we went as far into the Dead Zone as we could, until the robots stopped chasing us.
We're assuming this is the situation in all of the cities in this area, so we're heading to the city where ANNET's main server is stored, in hope that we can find some answers there.

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[Entry Code: 22359811, 13:00:53]
The lack of time to prepare for a journey such as this is taking its toll.
In the end, I could only watch as my teammates were being slayed, impaled, chopped-up and devoured, one by one, in every encounter with this land's monstrosities.
Those who have survived the attacks are now slowly wasting away from various infected injuries, hunger or deteriorating mental state.
We are at a point where grief over the lost of a teammate is being replaced with deciding who'll get what's left of his supplies, ammunition and even clothing.
I've found myself having only my original pair of pants and respirator on me now.

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[Entry Code: 22359830, 08:40:33]
The big city can finally be seen in the horizon between rows of abandoned buildings
We're now reduced to about a quarter of the original unit.
As we're slowly approaching the city, I got the strangest feeling that something's still wrong.
Very wrong.
A low humming sound has caught my attention and I've instinctively reached for my earpiece, when I remembered I threw it away after the last tour we escorted, when the communication disruptions began.
Python-Something called me in terror. It was hard to tell them apart now, wearing the dead's uniform and voices muffled behind their masks.
I turned to see what's the matter, and lifted my head towards where he was pointing.
The source of the humming appeared to be some kind of aircraft in the blackened morning sky. As it flew above the city, something was dropped from the bottom of it.
I felt my heart stopping when I realized what it was.
I screamed at the terrified troops to take cover and urged them to scatter and find safety. I don't know why I haven't ordered them to stay together.
I took shelter at the nearest building just as the bomb hit the ground.
Between that and the deafening shock wave, I remember a single second...of dead-silence.
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YES, I love this guy so much, I wrote his background story, based on the plot details revealed in the journal-like posts of RA's main characters.
This is only part of it that has something to do with this drawing, there's more to it
Forgot to draw his rifle, he still had it back then XD

Haven't decided if and/or how to color it, since I kinda like it as it is now


RA (C) `alexiuss [the contest: [link] ]

Zee Stealth (C) Me