Save Him One More Time: Phase 3

Prologue

Seven years have passed since the day she lost everything.
Since she lost her home. Her family. Her job.
Seven years since he died.
Seven years, and she still woke up several times a week in a cold sweat, reliving the agony fresh each time.

"No, I can save him! Let me go, Jack! I can save him! Let me go!"

Every time.

And sometimes she asked herself, why am I still here? Why didn't I just die with him?

And then she'd think about the seven years between the explosion and now.

Thousands of names in lists naming the dead, wounded and missing. Overwatch was gone, but the omnics weren't. She did her best, with what she had- her staff, her skills as a surgeon. Hundreds of names had been kept off the lists since she'd started. Hundreds more had been removed. A tiny percentage in the cauldron of the world, but she knew it made a difference, even if only to a few.

She sat with her tea and the previous day's news one night, unable to go back to sleep, and a blurry headshot surrounded by warnings caught her attention.
A skull mask, barely visible deep inside a black hood, so zoomed-in that any detail had been lost except for the black holes where its eyes should have been.
"The Reaper, pictured here, has been sighted only a few times over the course of several years. This is the only picture of it to date. If you see it, turn and run the other way. It has killed over twenty people already and will not hesitate to take your life."

Angela stared at the picture for several minutes, trying to figure out what it could possibly want, besides the death of humanity. After twenty minutes of research, she found a map with sightings on it. Most of them were in Switzerland, some near the old Overwatch base, some in Zurich, with a few in places she'd been to help with crises, and one, the most recent sighting, in Cairo, where she'd been not two weeks prior.

Her blood ran cold.

It was after her.