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"Tyra... Tyra... Wake up... Please... Wake up! " Tired, blue eyes opened to the sight of Combat Medic Angela Ziegler, staring down at her with worry etched on her face. Tyra groaned before standing on shaky legs. Her legs gave out before she could even stand upright and she tried her best to keep herself from falling face first to the ground. Tyra could feel the pounding in her head and the silent ringing in her ears. She took in her surroundings and found wounded Overwatch operatives being treated by medics and the Swiss HQ in ruins. She could only stare shocked at the carnage in front of her. She barely registered the comforting hand rubbing circles on her back or the amount of her hair that was burnt off. Only one thought was running through her mind "Jack!" Angela didn't have the heart to tell her that Jack might have perished, along with Gabriel, in the explosion. On the far side of the base, away from everyone else. Viktor was on his knees, staring blankly at what's left of Overwatch 'I should've stopped them. I should've at least kept them from coming to blows... Why? Why am I cursed to lose everyone around me? Where the Sentinels not enough!? Now I lose another friend... Heh, maybe I am destined to be a Lone Wolf after all... The world is better off without me.' Viktor grabbed his rifle and slowly rose to his feet. He gave one final salute at the ruins 'Rest in Peace, Cowboy... Forgive me, Comrades.' He gave one last look before walking away.

If Viktor had stayed for a few more moments, he would have seen a certain Strike Commander struggle out of the ruins and collapse on the ground, staring at the skies overhead. Strike Commander Morrison could only stare at the skies above, pain coursing through every fiber of his body. He barely registered the bleeding wound across his face, too deep in his thoughts 'How did it come to this? We protected the world the best we could, but was it enough? No, they turned their backs on us after everything we've done for them.' Gritting his teeth, Jack willed his body to stand and stand he did, using his Heavy Pulse Rifle to help steady himself 'From this moment on...' He gave one last look at the destroyed facility before limping away 'Jack Morrison is dead, so is Overwatch... Talon will pay and they will pay with blood... No more heroes.'

Tyra let one single tear drop, before wiping it away and willing her self to stand. Angela helped the struggling blonde to her feet and supported her on their way to the nearest Medic Station. The two remained silent before Tyra decided to break it "I'm leaving Overwatch... There's nothing left for me here."

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I found an unfinished sketch sitting in one of my lab. manuals like a bookmark. Seeing as I didn't have anything better to do other than wait for my prof. to get in class, I decided to finish it and this came out. Don't really know how it turned out like this. I was supposed to make something funny but it turned into something different. Oh well...

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"Tyra... Tyra... Wake up... Please... Wake up! " Tired, blue eyes opened to the sight of Combat Medic Angela Ziegler, staring down at her with worry etched on her face. Tyra groaned before standing on shaky legs. Her legs gave out before she could even stand upright and she tried her best to keep herself from falling face first to the ground. Tyra could feel the pounding in her head and the silent ringing in her ears. She took in her surroundings and found wounded Overwatch operatives being treated by medics and the Swiss HQ in ruins. She could only stare shocked at the carnage in front of her. She barely registered the comforting hand rubbing circles on her back or the amount of her hair that was burnt off. Only one thought was running through her mind "Jack!" Angela didn't have the heart to tell her that Jack might have perished, along with Gabriel, in the explosion. On the far side of the base, away from everyone else. Viktor was on his knees, staring blankly at what's left of Overwatch 'I should've stopped them. I should've at least kept them from coming to blows... Why? Why am I cursed to lose everyone around me? Where the Sentinels not enough!? Now I lose another friend... Heh, maybe I am destined to be a Lone Wolf after all... The world is better off without me.' Viktor grabbed his rifle and slowly rose to his feet. He gave one final salute at the ruins 'Rest in Peace, Cowboy... Forgive me, Comrades.' He gave one last look before walking away.

If Viktor had stayed for a few more moments, he would have seen a certain Strike Commander struggle out of the ruins and collapse on the ground, staring at the skies overhead. Strike Commander Morrison could only stare at the skies above, pain coursing through every fiber of his body. He barely registered the bleeding wound across his face, too deep in his thoughts 'How did it come to this? We protected the world the best we could, but was it enough? No, they turned their backs on us after everything we've done for them.' Gritting his teeth, Jack willed his body to stand and stand he did, using his Heavy Pulse Rifle to help steady himself 'From this moment on...' He gave one last look at the destroyed facility before limping away 'Jack Morrison is dead, so is Overwatch... Talon will pay and they will pay with blood... No more heroes.'

Tyra let one single tear drop, before wiping it away and willing her self to stand. Angela helped the struggling blonde to her feet and supported her on their way to the nearest Medic Station. The two remained silent before Tyra decided to break it "I'm leaving Overwatch... There's nothing left for me here."

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I found an unfinished sketch sitting in one of my lab. manuals like a bookmark. Seeing as I didn't have anything better to do other than wait for my prof. to get in class, I decided to finish it and this came out. Don't really know how it turned out like this. I was supposed to make something funny but it turned into something different. Oh well...