Survivor- Django

AND WE ARE BACK!

".. so we were moving out of New Orleans, into the swamps when we came across him. Our group had been panicked, fleeing the city when the Z's arrived off the docks. It sounds stupid now, but we had no supplies. It was just us, that was all we had. We were totally unprepared. It was raining, so we had no raincoats. It was bitterly cold, and we only had these stupid light sweaters. The type of thing that looks oh so fashionable on the mannequin in the store but does nothing for you in terms of staying warm. The plan was to take our daughter and meet my husband in Little Rock, where he was on business. I had begged him not to go, but he told me the world kept on turning, the mortgage still had to be paid, even with the flu going around (Author's Note: In the early stages, the outbreak of the Z virus was put down to a variation of the flu, ebola, HIV, AIDs or any number of other diseases in an attempt to keep the population from widespread panic. Scholars now debate as to the effectiveness of this policy)

We had left the car miles and miles ago, we had been wandering in the rain for what felt like an age. She was six then, old enough to walk, too big to be carried.

When we came across a cabin, it was too good to be true. We ran as fast as we could to the door, yelling and banging on the door to let us in, seeking any respite from the rain. He opened the door, the warmth of the fire in his cabin spilling over us as he opened it, radiating through us, making us feel something close to being alive again. Simply put, he was a godsend. He wore a blue suit, fancy hat. He had a soft voice, which you just had to listen to, it entranced you, every word hanging in the air.

He offered a promise of food? Of shelter?

Who could say no to that?

He ushered us inside, and as we walked in, transfixed by the fire.

I heard the door bolt shut.

He turned, a smile on his face as a snake emerged from his shirt sleeve. It's red, black and white striped body emerged slowly, tongue tasting the air.

Throat too dry to cry out, I grabbed her and headed straight for the back door...

Dangit- I was late again! But, I am back on the horse.

Django is the first survivor I have done since my little hiatus. I do apologise for that, but moving in to our new house (which we own!) took precedence, and really did put a dampner on my painting drive.

Django comes from the Reaper range, and his choice of suit colour is very obviously based of another Django! The snake is a coral snake, mainly because the colours contrasted so well to the blue suit!

Add to that they are highly venomous...

Anywho, a return to form of sorts? Well, hopefully. I missed the deadline by a few days, and he hasn't been based (I have no idea what box my basing stuff is in!) But, back on the horse I hope- this is next weeks survivor....

Chris