Creep oozed under and over the human buildings, breaking them down into simple proteins and sugars to keep the hive cluster growing. Most of the zerg invasion force was posted at different locations to await the inevitable counter-attack. Others were sent to look for survivors. And even fewer of us were called to the hive, the very heart of the cluster. Several hatcheries were standing, and even more were being mutated, around the central hive. A few ultralisks and hydralisks stood there, only one zerglnig was there. Me.
We were all loaded inside the skin tissue of the overlords, and we did not know where we were headed. We didn't care. I noticed the air getting thinner; this was because we were going into space. We didn't care. A large human space platform covered in creep, spore colonies, a few scattered hatcheries, many spires, and one hive loomed before us. The overlords' lords landed and we crawled out of them. We were beckoned to move toward the hive. Few zerg ground units were around us, however countless overlords loaded with drones moved quickly towards the planet surface. If Kerrigan had chosen to create more mutalisks for defense, perhaps we could have repelled the Protoss warships. However, the over mind was granting Kerrigan her own control now, it was her fault, not the overminds. We moved quickly through the halls and tunnels of the hive till we reached a large room in the center. In that room was Kerrigan to the left, Daggoth in the middle, and Nargil to the right. Kerrigan began to speak about evolution and what we have done whenever we heard the first warships.
An electric humming was heard distantly, and a high pitched screech that we later realized were the screams of mutalisks dieing. Daggoth quickly called up a picture on the screen in the middle of the room. He saw carriers and scouts blasting waves of mutalisks as soon as they came. Nargil ordered all of the hatcheries to spawn scourges. The space platform moved toward the protoss, spore colonies firing acid spores at them from all angles, but it was useless. Kerrigan realized it was time to retreat whenever a scout slammed into the hive and its nose stuck into the room they were in. Kerrigan ordered the platform to move out of the area and a mix of the human engines and zerg biological engines moves the platform away from the area as fast as it would move. It was not fast enough.
The Judicator ordered the nuclear missiles to be launched. I have only recently been freed, so I have yet to regain all my memory. But I remember a bright flash, and in an instant all of the purple creep turned a sick dark red color and then I remember the blast wave hitting a spire, then the explosion bean to ebb, leavening half the stricture standing and the rest of it nearly disintegrated. The rest is very hazey, but I can still barely remember how we survived that nuclier fire.
