Overwatch: Iron and Spirit

Awakening

- Wake up! - the voice has spoken. - Warrior, wake up! Hey! Can you hear me? Wake up?

He felt nearly nothing. Remembered less that that. Had headache. That feeling was like he had got up from grave and maybe it was truth because of he tried to remind himself. Was he dead? No, definitely not. Wasn't at paradise. Rather under junk. Hunk of junk. Hey! Maybe even under the entire mountain of junk created from omnics, which he defeated in his desperate mission. To destroy omnium. To capture God Programs. To end Omnic Crisis. To become a hero.

But he wasn't. Mission ended up with failure. And he felt himself extremely weak.

- Warrior, wake up! - the voice in his head screamed.

- Erm, what?

It was dark all around, but his left arm from elbow to hand was someone different. Denture? Cyberimplant? No. Definitely not!

- Who are you? - he asked.

- It doesn't matter. - she answered. - What matters is you're in an old hall.

- Hall? Woman, I'm under something approximately tonne of rubble. Omnics or something?

- No! Listen me carefully. You were at operating table. I bring you back to the living, although it wasn't easy. Get up, please!

- Why I feel like I...

- ...have under yourself tonne of metal? - asked, just like reading his mind.

- Zaraz. Are you...

- In your head. Yes!

- Get out from there!

- I can't.

- Why?

- To save you and myself I need to stay there. Listen, try to move. It's just feeling, nothing more. Try move your right arm.

He tried. Unexpectedly however he could have moved freely. It wasn't heavy. It was relatively light as for mechanic arm. Except he didn't have it earlier. He tried to get up. Junk on him, previously heavy was somehow similar to dust, however he couldn't get up nevertheless, but he tried to crawl out from it. Mysterious being said nothing.

- Wait. - she answered, when he kneeled probably for the first time in centuries. - I will try turn on network.

Seconds later everything glowed. He looked around. Everywhere was nothing but metal and plastic, decorated with concrete. It was something like production hall or operating theatre. He leaned against some table nearby, barely able to stand. Tried to come right before sink. He managed to, but barely could have stand there.

- Alright! - she answered. - You got it! You want some water, you got it! I have leftover of it.

He washed his face. Looked at it in matt mirror. The skin was normal, but only at first glance. He felt like he was just dressed in human skin, but under it there was hidden omnic. Or something different. Did someone create a human from omnic? Or maybe human was destined to become an omnic? Too many questions, he knew nothing. Everything was mixed up in his head.

- From where is water? - he tried to ask.

- Cleansed, if you ask about it.

- Good one. I'm whole in bandages. Looking like some sort of mummy, resurrected and taken from the tomb.

He tried to calm down. Chaos of emotions, all those feeling, those stimuli... They put him down like never before. He looked around. Next to the operating table there was small chair in grey colour. He washed his face, turned of the water and walked towards the chair in order to sit down. He felt like he didn't walk for a long time, but still something helped him to move. And he moved, stubborn, didn't want to end like some sort of dead man, didn't care about pain.