STARCRAFT ll

One Zergling

The horrible wastelands were draining his soul out of him, he could barely walk now. He looked across the field of building and ship scraps and a few dead bodies here and there. The scene was very deadly, but all marines have been in his place before. He had seen this all before… but not this bad.

Morth regained his energy and started walking with his huge gun in his hands. He doesn't know where to go. Everywhere he went was the same. The Zerg are really, really deadly, he thought grimly.

He continued to walk until he heard it. A growl. A zerg.

Morth jumped as fast as possible behind a huge metal piece of scrap for cover. He poked his head around the corner, searching for it. He continued to hear the growl, except it grew louder, and of course, much creepier by the minute.

He finally saw it. One of the smallest zergs. A zergling. A fierce, small, slimy, four legged man eating alien. It has two antennas with spikes on each end and huge jaws that crunch up all the flesh and bones and the heavy armor.

It was patrolling, trying to find life, to eat. Morth froze and kept on staring at him. The zergling stopped abruptly. He sniffed the air. Uh oh, he notices me, Morth thought.

The little freaky zergling followed his nose which was toward Morth, obviously. Morth raised his gun but before you knew it, the ling jumped up and was right on top of Morth.

Morth grunted in pain and raised his gun above him head, the tip on the ling's belly. Morth pulled the trigger, but the zergling had already jumped off of him.

"Damn!" Morth yelled. He flipped out a knife on the tip of his gun and turned as fast as possible, facing the ling's gallop toward him. The alien jumped again but this time Morth shot off a leg, but that wasn't the end, not even close.

The ling, with amazing speed, bit Morth's leg, ignoring all the heavy armor, and just cut the leg, right off. Morth yelled in agony and just shot like crazy. The ling jumped on him and open his mouth for another bit, but that wasn't going to happen. Morth can't die now.

"See you in hell!" Morth yelled with his ragged breathes and split the ling right in half, head first.

Morth fell to the ground in pain. He was feeling the pain growing and his blood running down on his leg, and he couldn't fell the bottom half of the leg, at all.

Morth laid there, thought of things everyone does when they die; good times, but he thought of the hard, rough training of becoming a marine and then, how the zerg over ran his home. You could tell Morth wasn't a total positive guy. The zerg was how he got here. His home is completely destroyed now.

The pain was unbearable. He just wanted to die in this horrible waste land. He wanted to be with his friends again. They all died in war too. He lay there looking up at the polluted, sandy sky, the sand in his eyes. He started too cried. My family is dead, my friends are dead, and my home is gone, he thought. He hadn't cried in a long time.

He was wearing himself out. He glanced at the zergling's dead body. Well, at least I'm coming to a place where there is only peace, Morth thought. He smiled peacefully, closed his eyes, and fell asleep, for a long, long time.

The End