awesome ZvT tactic

in your advanced years as a homeless bum, life has become a blur, defined only by the extensions of time between the binge sessions you dive into to numb all feeling -- a poor semblance of freedom from the fits of rage, bitterness and self-pity that overwhelm you in your bouts of sobriety.

but in one night's drunken haze, stumbling down the streets of metalopolis, there, you heard something -- what? you squint your eyes to combat your dwindling tunnel vision -- a faint blood trail in the alleyway leading to a lone wounded corruptor, whining in agony with half its limbs oozing blood. Instantly your breath quickens, the world comes into focus, and you crouch instinctively as you quickly cast your gaze around, searching for who might have done this.

What's this lone spireling doing so far from its pack? no doubt it was fleeing evil Terrans bent upon brutish destruction -- those dogs! as you promise yourself to avenge your fellow zergian. But first things first, you do your best cleaning the wound and staunching the bleeding while whispering soothing words to the whimpering corruptor.

Crack crack crack! Ears perking, you'd recognize the gunfire of the hated Terran 8mm C-14 gauss rifle anywhere, and by the sound of it, they're not too far off either. You look down at your hapless companion, and it's clear he's in no condition to be moved anytime soon, let alone move himself.

What do you do?
A - Stand up and face your enemy like a true son of Zerg and do your race proud
B - Use your cunning like a true wily old-man Zerg you are and attempt to hide