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Fan Fiction / Poetry / Overrun
Submitted by Spartan[nK]
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Mar 13, '08
Author: deadlyassassin
In the middle of the night,
The base had been overrun,
The men had been disrupted,
And deprived of their petty fun.
Our card games interrupted,
Our light sleep disturbed,
Our faces torn and rugged,
All of us perturbed.
Three months of waiting,
And finally we found the action,
Though tonight the Zerg had caught us,
Separated from our faction.
And so there I was,
Caught in the middle,
Just awoken from my slumber,
And aware of very little.
The zerglings broke through our lines,
Shattering our hopes,
Men’s intestines were torn out,
The tangled strands as thick as ropes.
I backed myself into the barracks,
With several other men,
Each was cut down screaming,
As they were slashed again and again.
I thought my time had finally come,
Until the room was lashed by flame,
The firebat’s efforts productive,
Regardless of his aim.
The fire soon died down,
And we ran back into the Strife
Everyone struggling to survive another minute,
For another chance at life.
As our ammo stocks grew thin,
The men began to split,
Our morale plummeting quickly,
As lack of sleep finally hit.
Dropping my gauss rifle,
I drew my nickel plated colt,
I backed away from the others,
And soon thereafter began to bolt,
My courage had at last fallen apart,
And my strength began to depart,
My legs began to carry me,
As adrenaline rushed through my heart.
The screams quickly ceased behind me,
As, with the last of my power,
I thrust myself into a small room,
Where, after shutting the door, I began to cower.
Dents quickly appeared in it,
And shakily I stood,
The door suddenly flew open,
As I concentrated as best I could.
I quickly squeezed the trigger,
The rounds eating through the carapace,
Of the zergling that stood before me,
A look of hunger upon its face.
As I understood it was useless,
I remembered the men before me,
The ones that were torn to pieces,
The ones too brave to flee.
I couldn’t die the same terrible way,
So I slowly raised my gun,
And placed it carefully on my temple,
Finally seeing that my shot at life was done.
In the silence,
I pulled the trigger,
And as I stood there,
Doesn’t it figure,
My frenzy of firing,
Had exhausted my clip,
The chamber was empty,
A slight quiver in my lip,
As all I could do,
Was take a knee,
While the massive zergling,
Bore down on me.
I dropped my weapon,
As I watched it come,
And in the time that I sat there,
I wished that I hadn’t run,
But that I had stayed by my friends,
That I had fought for one and all,
That I had fought for liberty and justice,
Fought for the Sons of Korhal.
In the middle of the night,
The base had been overrun,
The men had been disrupted,
And deprived of their petty fun.
Our card games interrupted,
Our light sleep disturbed,
Our faces torn and rugged,
All of us perturbed.
Three months of waiting,
And finally we found the action,
Though tonight the Zerg had caught us,
Separated from our faction.
And so there I was,
Caught in the middle,
Just awoken from my slumber,
And aware of very little.
The zerglings broke through our lines,
Shattering our hopes,
Men’s intestines were torn out,
The tangled strands as thick as ropes.
I backed myself into the barracks,
With several other men,
Each was cut down screaming,
As they were slashed again and again.
I thought my time had finally come,
Until the room was lashed by flame,
The firebat’s efforts productive,
Regardless of his aim.
The fire soon died down,
And we ran back into the Strife
Everyone struggling to survive another minute,
For another chance at life.
As our ammo stocks grew thin,
The men began to split,
Our morale plummeting quickly,
As lack of sleep finally hit.
Dropping my gauss rifle,
I drew my nickel plated colt,
I backed away from the others,
And soon thereafter began to bolt,
My courage had at last fallen apart,
And my strength began to depart,
My legs began to carry me,
As adrenaline rushed through my heart.
The screams quickly ceased behind me,
As, with the last of my power,
I thrust myself into a small room,
Where, after shutting the door, I began to cower.
Dents quickly appeared in it,
And shakily I stood,
The door suddenly flew open,
As I concentrated as best I could.
I quickly squeezed the trigger,
The rounds eating through the carapace,
Of the zergling that stood before me,
A look of hunger upon its face.
As I understood it was useless,
I remembered the men before me,
The ones that were torn to pieces,
The ones too brave to flee.
I couldn’t die the same terrible way,
So I slowly raised my gun,
And placed it carefully on my temple,
Finally seeing that my shot at life was done.
In the silence,
I pulled the trigger,
And as I stood there,
Doesn’t it figure,
My frenzy of firing,
Had exhausted my clip,
The chamber was empty,
A slight quiver in my lip,
As all I could do,
Was take a knee,
While the massive zergling,
Bore down on me.
I dropped my weapon,
As I watched it come,
And in the time that I sat there,
I wished that I hadn’t run,
But that I had stayed by my friends,
That I had fought for one and all,
That I had fought for liberty and justice,
Fought for the Sons of Korhal.
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