The chaos of the outside unfolded before Omar's eyes like a movie. Short flashes of light from machine gun reports illuminated a wave Zerg carapaces as they were riddled with holes, tearing them to the ground in a sea of blood. Omar put his back against the wall and went down to a knee, placing the but of the gun against his shoulder and aiming out. The heat and smoke from the fire altered his aim slightly, but he attempted to stay true. Emerging from the punctured carapaces was a new wave of zerglings clawing over the dead for vengeance. Training kicked in and he squeezed the trigger. The first of the leaping assaulters took a shot in the head and spiraled back down the line of corpses. A few of the other creatures met the same fate, but the sheer number was overwhelming.
A loud screech bellowed over the gunfire and Omar looked up to see a zergling on top of the burning bunker looming over him. He lost his footing and found himself spiraling downward until his back landed flat against the ground. The creature left, still screeching into the air, poised to bring it's long deadly blades down and Omar opened fire straight up. Bullets splashed in the front and gore gushed out of the back of it. He rolled instinctively out of the way as the carcass landed on the ground near him with a hard thud. Omar scrambled to his feet and over to the cluster of marines he stood with inside the bunker. The cautious approach had failed him, now was all about survival.
The marines had set up a line just before the supply depots. Two of them lay prone on the ground firing into the darkness while Thomas stood with two hands on his sidearm, taking down invader after invader. He felt at home within a battle like this one and each kill just drove him deeper into bloodlust. Omar slid along the ground near the marines and lifted himself to a knee. He reloaded his rifle and fired again. Globs of spiraling green projectiles from the hydralisks near the rear rocketed from past the group and slammed harmlessly to the ground, but the charging horde rapidly closing distance ensured that they wouldn't miss many more times.
The last tiny militia of confederate soldiers continued showering rounds into the encroaching hordes of carapaces. Omar heard the distinct click of an empty click and reached for the next clip to discover that it was gone. He reached up for his knife and gripped it tightly, eyeing the danger with a nervous anticipation. Thomas hurled his empty fire arm into the fray and went for his knife as well. The two other marines continued firing. Zergling warriors now clawed forward at an alarming rate. Omar's teeth clenched tightly as he gripped the blade tighter. With a loud grunt, he rushed forward as low to the ground as possible, and jammed it into the side of one of the zerglings. The loud crunch of the cracked carapace was muffled by the dwindling sound of automatic rifles and the creature was lifted off the ground, spiraling through the air in a haze of its own green blood.
He took a second to compose himself, but that was time he didn't have. The zergling horde had now engulfed the small group of remaining marines leaving them isolated not only from the supply depots, but from each other. He leaned forward again preparing to lunge with the blade when a heavy blunt blow slammed into his ribs and sent him sprawling to the ground. He blocked the pain instinctively and rolled onto his back. He blocked a scythe like appendage screeching down toward him. He could smell flame and could only imagine that the supply depots were being destroyed as he lie pinned between the howling creature on top of him.