What do you do….when there is nothing left…when everyone and everything you loved is taken from you…. When you are drowning in the endless pit of despair, and you are surrounded by only death. When your only companion is the stench of decay, I ask. What do you do…?

Three years after Overwatch was recalled, a new threat reared its ugly head. One that was beyond comprehension. The agents of overwatch were unable to protect the world from its wrath. Over six billion humans massacred in the first hour. The world was thrown into anarchy as cities were turned to ash and families were torn apart.

() Diary Entry #One ()

"Hello Diary…I found a book today. I may as well write about the thoughts that shriek inside my mind. The thoughts that make me wake up crying, and screaming. That make me wish I was blind and unable to smell. Just…why. Why was the world I love turned into a blood bath. And the people I call my family taken from me. Its…it's just not fair…

The Blood… it stains every surface the eye can see. My clothes are coated in every type of bodily fluid known to man. My once pristine white fabric tainted with red, brown and yellow. I…I try to help…I really do. But I can't take it. Anyone I find that isn't already dead, is dying. All I can do is fill their heads with lies, and try my hardest to comfort them as they pass on. But…but my heart can't take much more. It hurts so much to see children…children that have died well before they should have. And the look of fear and…and confusion still trapped to their faces. To stay fixed for eternity, forever bearing the face on innocents.

There is no comfort, I have no comfort… NONE. I haven't talked to another healthy person in weeks. I have so many questions and no answers. It's…its… chaos. But worst of all, I think I'm starting to lose it. I can hear them…their voices. Telling me I've failed. That I should be dead, not them. When I try to eat I hear them whispering in my ear. When I try to sleep I feel them staring at me, but when I look…there is no one there.

Over three weeks…I've felt nothing inside but a dark void of despair. I have plenty of food, but I starve for answers. I have plenty of water but nothing can quench the emptiness inside. This world is breaking me…slowly…painfully…but surely I am crumbling… Just tell me…what would you do? What would you do…

Hello Readers, Mr Jammin Here. This story will have around ten diary entries, then the story will go into the perception of the Overwatch Agent.

Thanks for reading and please feel free to leave a review. Cheers

Mr Jammin Out.