Another world...
On a mountain on the outskirts of Atlanta, a city that had long since become a wasteland, sat Jim Raynor, a man with all sorts of spectacular nicknames and titles: "rebel commander," "Sheriff Ray," "outlaw," "terrorist," "former Imperial Army commander-in-chief," "Ray the God," and "the most successful man in the Koprulu Sector," among others. He was quietly sitting at the mountain's highest point, biting down on the butt of his very last cigar as he stared blankly at the distant city, which had long since fallen and was now home to nothing but countless walking corpses infected and killed by the virus.
Those walking corpses weren't actually that powerful. Compared to the Zerg swarms Raynor had once fought tooth and nail, they were pathetically weak! But no matter how weak they were, their sheer numbers, fearlessness, and contagiousness made them a serious threat!
At first, the people of this world had still had a chance...
But when the scattered, mutually distrustful armies of the various countries fell before the civilians, and the virus began spreading on a massive scale across the entire planet, it was already too late!
Actually...
Come to think of it, he, Sheriff Raynor, had been in this world for some time now.
He had lived through the fall of the city, then joined the survivors on this mountain as they fled to this abandoned, uninhabited mine for shelter. Come to think of it, nearly a year had passed since then, hadn't it?
Unfortunately, despite all that time, he had used the device Matt Horner had once given him to send several distress signals to the Sector, along with brief reports about the disasters unfolding in this world, but so far, he, Jim Raynor, still hadn't seen any rescue forces from the Sector...
To be