𝕷𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖞

𝕳𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕲𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘

This story was obviously not requested cause it's the first in the book, but this is a story I have been wanting to write for awhile. There isn't a specific character for this oneshot but for today's sake let's just say it's Zenyatta from overwatch.

Backstory: After an ominic attack in ___'s hometown, ___ had to flee to a refugee camp created by overwatch. At the time Overwatch was still under the Petras Act, but in ___'s city there was too much chaos and death for the local police to do much of anything. The important thing was for the time being, Overwatch was protecting people. ( Trigger warning: Explict gore )
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Their eyes opened to a plain white room filled with bedrolls painted with early morning sunlight. Every moment spent staring at the bright room sent lightning strikes of pain through their head. They fell asleep in pain and it turns out they would wake up in pain aswell.

Nothing felt real, in that moment. ___ felt like they were in some virtual reality game, where the only thing to do was sit in an almost empty room and stare down at your own body, because truth be told V.R wasn't as good as people had hopped it would've been. Creating and entirely false reality was a lot harder than it seemed.

Where was ___? What time was it? This room didn't look familar. Why did everything hurt so bad? Had they been crying?

___ then felt as if a bomb, the bomb, had just hit them again. A tsunami of memories rushed through their head as thoughts of yesterday came back. The explosion. The ringing. The heat. The pain. The blood. The screams. The dead bodies. Oh god the dead bodies.

That night, many bombs had exploded in many different area's. At exactly 6:30 sharp, the first bomb had been set off, then all the others had followed. ___ had just been on their way home to their apartment. They had stayed late at school to do a little extra work and help some teachers out. While walking they thought about what their mom would make for dinner and if their dog had been feed yet. Then just as the apartment building came into veiw, like some twisted game of tease, it blew into smitherines.

Crack,crack,crack,shatter. ___'s home of glass had shattered right before their eyes. All the pieces that made it, all the sruture it needed to be a home, had broken into tiny pieces. The type of pieces that even glue could not fix.

___ didn't cry, not at first. Their ears had hurt and poped and then rang. Their lungs hurt as the force of the blast knocked them onto their back and made them lose all air the had gasped in. Their lungs only hurt more as smoked filled and burned them. Hell. This was hell.

Something both warm and cool had trickled down the sides of ___'s neck as the ringing finally stopped. It was replaced with the sound of screams, sobs and fire, all echoing around ___'s head as if they were in a cave.

Fire turned the once green grass into crispy black tendrils that crumbeld when wind brushed them. The concrete sidewalk underneath them felt softer than it should, it was softer than the blast that was for sure. ___ stood up slowly, feeling more warmly cool liquid leak down different parts of their body. Looking out along the road and rest of the street, they wished for death. For only dealth could erase this sight.

Cars had exploded from the force of the blast and the inside had been turned into cripsy little people jerky. Some cars had survived just enough to go off road, and role over people on it's way. Pieces of debirs had trapped and killed many people. Children, it had killed children. The bloodied pink dress of a little girl peeked out from under a chunk of roof. Said girls new bicycle was now upside down in a burnt yard, wheels bent and broke yet still turning.

___ felt so confused and sick, but they couldn't cry. They didn't know where thier emotions had gone. Then, ___ saw it. A woman. ___'s neighbor. Crawling on the ground, missing her legs. They had been blown off and now all that remained were bleeding nubs with parts of meat trialing behind them. That finally pushed ___ over the edge. They vommited on the road.