I drew this in my media class. I discovered how much I loved pen and ink when I did this drawing. I want to thank my professor John English for the great wip critiques that helped me get this to piece to where it is.
She knew she had no where to go, no where she could run or hide. her death was at hand. The wave of energy burst into the station shattering the thick glass shielding keeping in the precious oxygen. She met her maker in the cold dark blackness of space. Silence surrounded her as she froze.
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