Thanks for reading this far into my story. Enjoy! Author's Note: The specific characters are pure fiction, and anyone sounding very similar to them is a pure coincidence.

-WalkingSpirit

The 206th Confederate Infantry Division, codename Crazy Wolf, marched off the behemoth-class Battle Cruiser and onto the desolate, bleak ground of Planet Concord. Captain Joe Sander and a few scouts carrying a silenced auto-sniper called an SMS 6000 led the way about ten meters in front of the rest of the division. The three point men had an on-point strategy: one walked up five meters, and the other two covered him, then the other two moved up towards the one five meters ahead of them while he covered them… kind of like a game of leap-frog or old time jungle warfare. The division had a good two hundred men.100 Marines armed with Gauss Rifles, 40 Firebats armed with Flamethrowers, 40 Medics running around like suicidal bastards with their medical kits, 10 amazing Siege Tanks, 9 scouts with SMS 6000s(most were covering the rear of the division), and one battle-hardened Joe Sander.

The battle cruiser lifted off as the last member of the division rode off the platform. The massive aircraft would be flying back to the Confederate Base gracefully, yet ever so deadly at the same time. The small army cautiously walked towards their goal. The town was about 20 meters away, and everything was quiet… too quiet. Joe put his right hand up: that was the signal for stop. He looked at the two scouts five meters in front of him and whispered into his headset,

"Listen up you two. We don't know what happened in that town. It's too quiet. They could be dead. Yet they might be hiding inside their houses from the Zerg… nah, their probably dead. Just scout that town up ahead."

Joe looked the two young men up and down. They were new recruits, fresh from boot camp. If there were Zerg in that town, they would die. Unless…

"Here, take this. It's a shotgun. It could help you and your friend if you meet the alien bastards face-to-face."

Joe handed one of the taller ones the shotgun and took the sniper in the scout's hand. A fair trade… nah, Joe was getting ripped off. Oh well. The scout who now held the shotgun was named Bruce Walters, as Joe could read from the tag on Bruce's chest.

"Carry on scouts."

The three saluted each other, and Joe searched through the windows of the buildings with his sniper as the two entered the town, just to make sure any Hydralisk doesn't try to ambush… if the Zerg were there.

Bruce Walters could smell the stench of death as he entered the town. His friend and him had to cover their mouths to keep from throwing up as they saw the streets of the town littered with mutilated bodies.

"Shit! Tell this to the old man," said Bruce.

His friend Bill nodded. He spoke through his headset.

"Sir, this is Bill Partin. Your theory is correct. The townspeople are dead."

Silence was the answer for a few seconds, then Joe spoke.

"Roger that. Continue scouting the town. Tell me when your done, or tell me anything interesting you see."

Bill and Bruce walked about five feet apart, their eyes securing the town like a hawk. Smoke rose threw some of the buildings with their roofs totally ripped open. Bruce looked back down to the ground where all the corpses were, searching for any Zerg bodies…there were none. However, there were guns next to many of the human chunky flesh. It's either the Zerg removed their fallen brother's bodies, or the townspeople killed no Zerg. Probably the latter of the two. The Zerg weren't known to be smart.

"Alright sir, towns clear. Nothing super interesting besides that no Zerg corpses were found."

"Roger that, Bill. I'll move these kids up into town."

The infantry were all circled around Joe. The Siege Tank's and their crew were about 30 meters away from the camp defending its perimeter just in case any Zerg attacked. A few of the new recruits were throwing up inside bags that they hold in their combat suit pocket. The smell of the corpses was putrid.

"Alright all of you, listen up! I want this this whole town cleaned up before nightfall, bodies, houses on fire, everything!"

Everyone sighed. Joe responded by pointing his gun at all of them.

"YOU LAZY BASTARDS! YOU CLEAN UP THE GODDAMNED TOWN, BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO BE OUR BASE OF OPERATIONS FOR HOWEVER LONG THIS MISSION TAKES! UNLESS, YOU WANT TO SIT AROUND BARPHING ALL OVER IT FOR MONTHS MAYBE, I SUGGEST YOU GET TO WORK!"

And as Joe asked, everybody obeyed. Soon enough they would launch a massive assault on wherever the Zerg were in this freaking planet.