Global Zerg, I'm Screaming for Mother to Come

They are lonely souls walking on the border between humans and insects, Use your body as a shield, your sword as your blade, and your whistle as your trust. Every extra bit of strength brings you one inch closer to the abyss; Every time he swung the knife, he was cutting into pieces the remaining tenderness. The boy's family was destroyed overnight, and he took the insect eggs left behind by his mother and embarked on this road that will never see the light of day. He has seen too many broken lives, carrying endless sorrow and guilt, and holding on to his humanity on the edge of collapse. The whistle blows and the insects clear;