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(Strong language will be in this story. Just a heads up.)
…Why the hell was it so dark?
You knew you were sleeping in your pod. (Of course, there was a formal name for it, you didn’t care though.) It was odd for the base to be dark. Usually, someone was always up before you. Seeing it dark was strange. You yawned and stretched.
You felt you had slept long enough. Your muscles were aching from the weird position you were in. You looked as if someone had…forced you inside. You shook your head, clearing the weird thoughts.
You placed your hand against the glass in front of you and pushed. The door was met with some resistance. Strange.
You used more force. It came open and you felt triumphant. Not for long though. You gasped at the scene in front of you. The once pristine lab was left in shambles. Debris, bullet holes, and burn marks were everywhere. The biggest suprise were the five skeletons in the room.
You felt the blood pounding in your ears. For a second, you couldn’t breathe. You stepped out of the capsule. Your gaze caught another skeleton that used to be laid up against the door of the pod. He was now moved to the floor. How did you know it was a he? Because of his jacket. Each of you had one personalized to your liking. Shawn wanted his to be a mismatch of purple and red. He had his name sown in. He was now the dead body you saw before you.
Dear god! All of them were so deteriorated. Each of them still had patched if rotting skin and hair. Their clothes torn and stained with a dark, dry substance you knew was blood.
What happened? Last you remembered, you were calling the Echo base about the new technology to collect and monitor the data. Or…was it when you were talking to Gabe over the intercom? Were you having dinner with your research team? Why was it so hard to remember the last thing you did?
You walked over to the large computer monitor. Maybe it held some answers? You turned it on and logged in, suprised it had any power at all. Words popped on the screen shortly.
It read, ‘Welcome (L/n), (Y/n)!’ You noticed the date immediately.
“Holy shit! It’s been nine years!?” You yelled out loud, slightly flinching at the echo that came back. You pulled up a tab. Newspaper clippings flashed in your view, the headlines hurting you more than a bullet wound. Overwatch disbanded? Overwatch illegal? Blackwatch, enemies with Overwatch? The severe injuring of Gabriel Reyes? Talon? What…happened?
You stepped back from the large projected screen, trembling. You needed answers, and you were determined to get them. You stepped over a disabled Omnic and headed towards the main laboratory. You spotted the equipment immediately. You looked toward your creation. They were leg armor. Not entirely. They had jet propulsions imbedded in its features, designed to increase speed and strength in the leg. A huge advantage in close hand combat. You secured them tightly.
You grabbed a .45 caliber pistol. It wasn’t much, but it would do. You also grabbed your watch and projected the location of the Overwatch base. You were getting answers.
Before you left, you placed sheets over your fallen teammates. You picked up two pictures. One of you standing alongside Commander Reyes, Agent Morrison and Tracer. You and Tracer were doing goofy poses, Morrison was smiling and Gabe was trying to look as serious as possible, and failing. You gave a small smile.
The other was of your new team. You all were in some kind of silly pose. You took both out of their frames and put them into the pocket of your leather jacket. You didn’t need much. It wasn’t too far from the base.
You walked out of the door, turning and saluting before shutting the door. Taking a breathe of the fresh air, you began your trek in the desert-like terrain.