They could see the world from inside…
There was a dim machine passed by with its cannons fired continuously…
There were shocks that vibrate the ground below them…
And there was something just like what is covering around them, more eggs…
They struggled and kicked, but they didn't have enough strength.
Just a second later, one of them made a stronger kick that broke the egg shield.
And just like an explosion, the noises from outside went through their little ears, made them scream like hell. Around them, two more eggs were broken by four more zerglings…
"Attack! Run!" shouted an overlord, who was moving at their direction.
One of the twins grimaced, "Run? Where?"
Before the overlord could answer, he exploded in front of their very eyes. Some sort of twin missiles, one hit him and one was heading toward the twin zerglings…
The missile caused another big explosion when it hit the ground, right below one of the twins' feet, made him pop up in the air and lost his left tusk. The slivers flew out, one of them over flew his twin's forehead and left a cut, blood pouring out.
All of those events made them scared. They started running.
The other zerglings were starting to run, too and attacked along the way.
But a huge shock vibrated the land, made all of the other zerglings die. It's a tank. And it's just about to make another shock. Fortunately, the twins sprinted toward the tank in time and torn it with their claws. The tank couldn't attack at close range and it exploded. Still, some burning planes shot them real hurt, made them start running again.
Those planes exploded seconds later, fell on the ground, the twins escaped.
But then, they didn't know where to go. They hid behind a large rock, waiting for nothing. One of them shook their body to remove some itchy things. To their surprise, he burrowed into the ground.
"How did you do that?" asked the zergling on the ground.
"Shake your body," answered the other.
The one who was on the ground shook his body and amazed how he ended up being underground. The two of them kept themselves like that for hours.
After hearing nothing about war noises, they unburrowed. The twins walking along the rocks, when they heard some sort of panting, they burrowed again.
One of them made his eyes on the ground so that he could see. He saw a hydralisk.
"There's a hydralisk," he whispered.
"Is it safe to show up?" whispered the other.
"Think so."
They unburrowed, walked toward the hydralisk direction.
The hydralisk armed when he heard noises and when he saw the zerglings, he recovered his breath.
"Hi, there!" greeted one of the twins.
The hydralisk said nothing. He was in really bad shape. His left hand covered his right one and there were blood and wounds all over his body. The twins looked at him with awe and respect.
"How hard did you get hit?" asked one of the twins.
"Don't worry, it will be healed in no time," said the hydralisk in heavy pants.
"Hey, hey!" a voice called from the distance.
It was an overlord. "Why don't you get back to the hive, three of you? Get inside!"
The three of them got inside the overlord's ventral sac and were carried back to the main base.
"What are your names?" asked the overlord.
"Jeff," answered the hydralisk.
The twin zerglings exchanged glances. They don't have any names.
"What are yours, zerglings?" asked the overlord.
"I don't know," answered one of them.
The hydralisk stared at them suspectively. "It's true," the other zergling affirmed.
The overlord paused for a second, and then understood the situation. "Ah, your last overlord hasn't named you yet, right?"
"Yeah," answered the two of them in chorus.
"So I'll name you Pete and Pate, ok?"
"Who's Pete? And who's Pate?" asked the one with the scar on his forehead.
"I'll be Pate, and you'll be Pete," answered the one who lost his left tusk.
"Ok, and call me Teme," said the overlord, "because it's my name."
"Thanks, Teme!" said the twins in chorus and they laughed together.
"You're welcome. You're the first ones who I've ever named," giggled Teme, "I guess you guys are the remains of the north hatchery, right?"
"Yeah, there were six of us!" said Pete.
"I'm from the east," said Jeff.
"From the east? Why did you come all the way here, Jeff?" asked Teme.
"Chased by wraiths. There were seven of us and six of 'em."
"Oh, I see," said Teme.
"They must be scary," mumbled Pete.
"They killed our overlord, and cloaked!" said Jeff in anger.
Teme shook his head, "They only had that dirty trick."
Jeff growled "Those damn flying-machines!"
"Huh? I though we were talking about wraiths!" said Pete.
"Yeah, we're talking about wraiths, why?" Teme turned and said.
"No, you are talking about flying-machines!" pleaded Pete.
"That's mean those flying-machines are called wraiths!" snorted Pate.
"Why just call 'em flying-machines?" asked Pete.
"There are lots of flying-machine kinds, wraiths are what they call 'em," answered Teme. "Hey, we're here, guys!"
Typed in June 22, 2011