VI. South Side
I duck under a metal pillar protruding from the side of a Supply Depot. In the distance I see 'lings and 'lisks patrolling their newly conquered territory. The marine behind me laughs. "No problem." I look back, and he shuts up. I crouch and move forward, careful to avoid the corpses of human and Zerg alike. They all look the same now. A 'ling wanders into range and with two fast shots I pick him off, a maneuver few can pull off with an machine gun. The sound attracts the 'ling's comrades, and before I could bring another into my sights, the horizon was swarming with the parasites. "Ready?" I ask. Everyone nods. "All right…now…run!" We all break into a sprint, opening fire upon the Zerg, blasting our way through their lines and screaming like lunatics the entire way. I don't even stop to look at the carnage we are causing, it's too vital to simply survive. One of the marines tires and slows down—he is instantly devoured by hordes of pursuing Zerglings. The medic looks back and screams as she sees the man's face ripped off by three sets of jaws at once, so that it's ripped in three different directions. I run faster, and press my trigger harder. As we continually run, and the 'lings keep dying around us, I suddenly come upon a revelation: Where are the 'lisks? I stop and continue shooting. The remaining marines stop behind me and together we drive back the advancing line of 'lings. And then I realize—the exit. I look aside to the bunkers, where the exit to the west side is, and see countless numbers of Hydralisks advancing on our position. "Fuck!" I yell. The medic turns and is torn apart by a barrage of needle spines. One of the marines joins her. Both die silently. The last marine and I hit the ground before we are taken as well. I prop my gun up on the ground and pull the trigger. Three shots come out, and then I hear a faint click. I curse and reload. This costs me precious time, and the line of Zerg warriors advances further. By the time the new ammo clip is fully in the gun, it's too late. We're surrounded.
"Oh, goddamn it!" the marine screams, and points his gun to his head, which then explodes in a flash of blood, brains, and pieces of bone. His decapitated cadaver drops on me, and neck droops onto my face. The blood is salty and the bone is slick, organs flop about, his windpipe falls into mine, and I stagger to my feet, coughing and sputtering, only to find that what seems to be the entire Zerg army surrounds me. I point my gun, but I can't decide which 'lisk to shoot first. They all ready their needle spines, and I prepare for the end.
A barrage of needles strikes my chest, neck, face, and legs. It feels like a million needles all puncturing my skin at once, and as they hit me, I let out an apish whoop and open fire on the Zerg. My vision turns red, and I look down for a second to see several dozen needles sticking out of my chest. Blood seeps down my face from multiple wounds in my head and face, and I can't see. I fall to the ground, the pain leaving my body, and I almost secede to death. But through my ears comes the rumble of thousands of dropships pouring down into the atmosphere from orbit, many landing in my exact zone. A smile crosses my lips, and finally, I succumb to the light.