Staying Alive
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Starcraft or any other Blizzard product and all things in this story including weaponry, races, or people are not of my own creation. Please don't sue me
I cuddled my C-12 Gauss rifle in my hands. I sat in a fetal position while war raged around me. I rocked slowly back and forth back and forth… until the sergeant noticed me.
He screamed into my face ,"You goddamn pussy!!! Getch yer ass up and start fighting!" He yanked Me by the shoulder of Reazer combat suit. He threw me into the wall of the man made trenches. He stopped to make sure I was firing. I popped my head over the wall for only half a second and I pulled it back down in horror. There were hundreds of bodies. Terran, Zerg, and even a Protoss zealot was out there. I aimed my Gauss rifle over and fired like hell into the hundreds of approaching zerglings. They were ripped to shreds by the spiked tipped bullets. Less than standard issue. The base here was more of an artifact and we were not supposed to be attacked for at least another week.
We had heavy weaponry and new ammunition on the way down on some supply trains and a battle cruiser coming. They did not arrive. We were attacked 3 days early and as the trains landed they were annihilated. Only one box of standard ammunition was recovered form the site. I aimed and took out a zerglings in mid air while it prepared to launch itself at my head. Its brains splattered across my helmed and I vomited. I didn't think I'd have any puke left. I'd been vomiting all day.
I screamed like a wild man and crazily shot into their ranks. I didn't notice the flashing red numbers go from 6790 to 0000. I heard a whistling noise as I ran through the trench trying to bum some clips off someone. I looked up and saw that whistling noise I heard was an arctlite siege tank shell. Where in the hell would they get that. I ran and ran screaming as I headed for a new trench "RUN, RUN, RUN, GODDAMNIT YOU STUPID ASSHOLES RUN!!!!! SEIGE TANK SHELL!!!!!" Some heard and ran with me, the seven of us jumped into a trench behind the front line as it exploded.
Never before had I heard such screams and moans of agony. I saw a marine currently on fire viciously pushed back into the fire as zerglings jumped onto him ripping open his suit. The troops in this trench stood transfixed. They watched their comrades burn and being ripped apart. The man in charge (supposedly) showed no emotion. He screamed , "alright men let's take send these motherfuckers straight back to hell where they were spawned by Satan himself! FIRE!!!!!" Everyone including me opened fire at the same time. We opened up zerglings left and right, blood and gore splattering everywhere. It seemed as if we had the zerglings right there. We were wrong. Out of the ground came at least two hundred hydralisks. Everyone kept a steady stream of fire going. Now the Zerg could fight back. Perhaps they didn't know what strategy they were employing.
They had zerglings running forward taking all the hits form us while the hydralisks sat there. The hydralisks opened fire with burning acid like venom. The commander said these final words, "Come on let's see what you-SSSSSS…….He did not finish that sentence as his chest was melted away by Zerg acid. By the way My name is John. I am a Terran marine. I wonder why in hell I would want to do this anyway. It's too late to ponder my life's choice now. I just now I gotta stay alive…..
To be continued in part two if anyone reviews it once or even gives a f**k.