ZOMBIE BUS OMNIBUS

IT'S OVER!  My final assignment for Drawing From Imagination.  We had two choices of "storyline" to use for our final illustration.  Obviously I had no choice whatsoever...

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Complete an illustration, 12 inches x 16 inchesor larger, to accompany one of the passages below. Your image must be as realistic as you can make it and very detailed.
Grades will depend on:

• Narrative.
• Drama.
• Imagination.
• Proportion.
• Drawing.
• Value.
• Accurate perspective.
• Reflection plotting.
• Shadow plotting.

It is your responsibility to ensure that your illustration demonstrates ALL you have learned during this course.
The Passages
Your illustration will accompany one of the passages below. The choice of which passage to use is entirely up to you.

1. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Snow White set the seven dwarves to work spring-cleaning their tiny cottage. There was a lot to be done. The dwarves swept the floor, polished the windows, washed the linen, and made the beds. There were seven of everything and everything was half its usual size. Meanwhile Snow White prepared a delicious feast for her seven little hosts.
Later that night, when they had finished supper and every dwarf was round, full, and contented Snow White danced with the seven dwarves to the jolly strains of the fiddle. The little men stood no higher than her waist.
No one noticed the ugly old hag watching them from the window.

2. School Trip

Miss Blake dragged herself out of the twisted school bus, stumbled across the waterlogged street and collapsed. Her thoughts were snarled by the collision. What was that decaying, faltering thing she had swerved to avoid a minute earlier… and where was everyone from the town, and why had no one come out to help?

The rain had finally stopped. She looked around her. The lifeless bodies of her students were scattered about the wreckage like rag dolls: some strewn across the asphalt, some hanging from windows, some hidden inside, but all were broken and still.
Was she the sole survivor? As the town clock struck twelve there was a shifting from inside the bus. She froze - the children! Miss Blake watched in terror as the ruined corpses of thirty eight year olds pulled themselves from the school bus and began to limp hungrily towards her…