Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Ana Amari- Mysterious Stranger (a)

The air was thick and intoxicating. The goggles of your respirator started to fog up as your breathing became deep and laboured. Food, ammunition and supplies were running low, you let out a deep sigh as you played with your last roll of toilet paper.

You slung your old hunting rifle over your shoulder, kicked dirt onto the small fire that flickered and spat embers onto what used to be your clothes but was now just strips and ragged pieces of fabric. Your bones creaked and cracked as you stood up from the cold, hard floor of the small shack you had been using for shelter. Dust particles danced in the beams of sunlight that warmed your face and seeped I'm throw the gaps in the wooden boards. Nuclear war had devastated Australia but thanks to copious amounts of luck and a fallout shelter, you had got out largely unscathed, except a few cuts and bruises.

You crept out of the shack and into the wilderness, the thick sun beat down on your bare skin. You tried to keep heading north, but in the radioactive wasteland hell that was Australia your sense of direction was non-existent. You picked a direction, took a deep breath and walked until the sun went down. You checked every shop, every house but everywhere had already been raided.

The hunger pains became unbearable and your lips were painfully chipped and dry. Your stomach let out a large growl as you cautiously stepped into what you hoped was an abandoned Food-Mart. Scanning the empty shelves for something, a can of beans, a tin of soup you realise there was no hope. You walked down the first aisle anyway, praying to every god you knew that you would come across something.

The sign above the aisle read 'tinned food - rice - pasta' you figured it was your best chance. As you turned to walk down the aisle movement caught your eye in the shadowy corner of the large warehouse-type store. Your head darted to the side but you saw nothing and heard nothing, you thought to yourself it was either a small rodent (not that any would have survived the fallout) or your mind playing tricks on you. Maybe it was the fact you had eaten nothing but a small cracker for the past two days. The shelf came up empty. You walked over to the edge of the store, peeled off your heavy backpack and slumped down the corner of the store. You held your head I. Your hands as your goggles started to fill with tears.

Echoing and reverberating in the dusty dark, a series of clicks seemed to appear out of nowhere, they seemed to be getting closer and closer. In the depths three lights appeared, neon blue lines in the shape of a triangle.

"Great." You thought to yourself. "Before you died of starvation you were to become crazy, awesome."

The clicks got louder and the lights seemed to float closer. A raider stepped into the flickering lights of the store, the silhouette was feminine. The raider was wearing a long blue cloak, her head adorned with a robotic mask, a large rifle slung across her back and her belt was scattered with different gadgets.

The figure reached into her pocket and pulled out a small unlabelled can, she placed it onto the floor and rolled it over to you, it lightly tapped your shoe with a small ting. A robotic voice came out of two speakers under the mask.

"Use your head out there, we'll get through this. This part however, I am sorry about." She pulled a small gadget off of her belt and fired it in your direction, the world faded into darkness as your body hit the floor.

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Written by Aaron.