Hello Overwatch Fans! I would like to first thank you very much for taking an interest in my very first fan fiction (and first published material in fact). I have planned to begin publishing much later but because Overwatch 2 is going to come out soon so I thought "Why not".

So enjoy and I hope that my fiction will be entertaining for you.

Thank you and have a good day.

Update: Wow I did not realize for the longest time that I have accidentally replaced the first chapter with the Sequel one XD

*Malaysia: Somewhere in the Jungle*

The air is warm and leaves rustled softly as the wind blew, the water in the fountain is ripe with a strangely attractive moss illuminated by the moonlight from the opening of the ruined ceiling, soft drips from the recent storm falling freely. Nature reigned freely in their new empire.

On top of the fountain lies a strange contraption that had just been set up, its owner made sure that the wide dishes are facing the moonlight, its wires connecting to another device that is slowly blinking a red light.

"11pm, it's been 2 days since I activated the beacon and had a woman with an British accent answer" he thought.

Corporal Quillion Zero has taken refuge in a greenhouse at the top of the mall after he activated the beacon for an Emergency Extraction when he was defrosted from a prototype cryo tube.

Leaning on a nearby pillar, Quillion began to recall how this place was before the Omnic Crisis. Instead of gunfire and bombs, fireworks reigned the skies. Instead of troops charging to their deaths, children ran towards their favorite stores. Instead of horror and pain, the biggest concern was missing a "Sale" for a certain product.

"I wish… I could go back to those stupid… Stupid times…" he sighed to himself.

The year is 2076, about 30 years passed since a base was overrun by a major Omnic attack in the hills of Miri, the time when a corporal was thrown into a highly experimental cryo tube, swearing that if he survives, he will avenge his fallen comrades by activating all the hidden bombs littered across the country.

"30 years… So that makes me 58, never thought I'd live to see those numbers" Quillion joked to himself.

A sudden rustle of leaves spun Quillion around, aiming his rifle towards the corridor, activating its vision enhancer and felt it humming eagerly. Through the lens the dark room lit up as if someone flipped a switch and what Quillion saw was…

A rat, scavenging through the leaves.

Quillion relaxed his grip, annoyed at the waste of limited power he had left on his weapon. He took aim at the rat's head and whispered "bang" before turning it off, setting it down on the floor to his right.

Seeing the rat scavenging reminded Quillion to be more careful with the food supply he had found, by his estimate the fruit trees can only supply him with a couple more days' worth of fruits before he needs to find new ones.

"Where are they?" he thought.

Though no exact time was set, it is dangerous to stay here for too long as the area is known for flash floods and the infrastructure looks like it may collapse any minute.

However, to Quillion's great delight, the device's red blinks turned to an emerald stare. Carefully storing the panels back into his backpack, he pulled out the retractable earpiece from the player, placed one into his left ear, pressed play and closed his eyes for a brief moment as the upbeat music fills his world as he sings along.

We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy…

"Psst… Wha'cha listening to?" a voice whispered into his free ear.

Quillion lashed out his left elbow, striking to the right while his other hand grabbed his rifle.

As his elbow sliced through the air, he completed his spin into a kneeling position, weapon at the ready, and aimed at…

Nothing. Nothing but the wall.

He quickly scans the pillar he was leaning on earlier, ensuring that there are no holes or spots where people could sneak up on him, but there were none.

Whoever this is, she had to walk up to him from the left and duck away quickly. She is good. And fast.

She?

"I know you are there, show yourself!" Quillion warned.

Before he could turn around, he felt something hard poke at the back of his head.

"If you want to get out of here alive luv, you better drop that gun"

There is no mistaking it, this is his contact! The British accent matches the reply he heard two days ago.

"Okay, okay, I'm setting my rifle down… Don't shoot"

Quillion slowly placed his rifle on the floor and raised his hands above his head. He felt the pressure of her weapon lowered from his head down to his back.

"Cheers, you can stand up and turn around now, but slowly"

"She sounds serious" he thought.

Turning around slowly, he set eyes on his contact. And felt his heart skip.

The first thing he noticed was her orange leggings, the brown jacket that hugs her well-toned body, and the blue orb on her chest. Why does she need that? Or more interestingly, what is that?

"Ahem… My eyes are up here" she said in an annoyed tone.

Quillion quickly looked up and saw she was wearing orange visors, sporting an unkempt hair, and freckles. She is... Cute he thought. Even though she has him hostage, he can't help but to feel attracted to this person, especially when she seems to glow under the moonlight.

He quickly shook the idea out of his head, he is here to be extracted, and he should request it quickly, especially since she kept her weapon trained against his chest.

"I am Corporal Zero, a member of the Malaysian Guerrilla Fighters (MGF), I request an extraction to the nearest base"

She remained still, staring at him silently as she kept her weapon trained on his chest. A few uncomfortable seconds passed before Quillion cleared his throat to try again.

"I am a member of the MGF, are you my extraction?"

He noticed that her serious façade began to crack as he spoke, as if holding back a laugh, her eyes darting between his face and his chest. Puzzled, he looked down and felt his face and ears become crimson.

The "weapon" she is using to hold him hostage is nothing more than a branch.

"You think this is a joke?" Quillion barked angrily, snatching the branch away from her.

"I-I'm sorry luv… I just saw a stick and..."

He stared in disbelief as she collapsed in a fit of laughter, clutching her stomach as she sank to her knees.

He looked at her, then at the branch in his hand, he felt his anger dissipating as he found himself chuckling at his own carelessness, and soon he joined her in laughter.

For the first time in many years, cheerful laughter filled the empty halls of this abandoned mall.

*10 minutes later*

"Heya, name's Tracer, Corporal Zero was it?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Sorry about that, it just… Had been a while since I can play a joke on someone"

"Pleasure is all mine Ms Trac-"

"Just Tracer"

"Right… Pleasure is all mine, though you were pretty brave to do that, I would've killed you"

Tracer raised an eyebrow, crossed her arms and wore a confident smile.

"Yeah, you really have me on the ropes just now until I grabbed a stick"

Quillion stared back and, despite feeling embarrassed, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction to be of amusement for this Tracer.

"Anyway, we received your beacon, can't say this have been an easy place to find"

"The MGF has always prided themselves for hiding in plain sight" the Corporal replied with a hint of pride.

"So… Did you find your team or anyone else here?" she asked.

"No, I could not reach them or the MGF"

"I'd be surprised if you could reach anyone here"

Quillion stared at Tracer in response to that answer. Surprised?

If she is surprised that he could reach anyone from headquarters and see the state of the surrounding areas, his worst fears have been confirmed.

"How did we lose? What happened to our alliance with Singapore and Indonesia? The day I went under the ice was only a few months before our planned counter attack"

Tracer cocked her head to one side and asked carefully "When you said you "went under the ice", you were in a cryo sleep?"

Quillion nodded.

Tracer squeezed her eyes shut for a few seconds and gasped.

"That means at least 20 years"

She stared at him and, though she kept her feelings well hidden, Quillion can tell there is a hint of pity and sadness in her eyes.

A sick feeling began to fill his stomach, he has been gone 10 years longer than that.

"What happened 10 years ago?"

Just before she could respond, a loud bang echoed throughout the halls, followed by a crowd of voices.

Quillion grabbed his rifle and saw Tracer had already somehow armed herself with what looked like dual pistols, a wild glint in her eyes.

"Guess story time's over, I'll tell you everything later when we are safer yeah? Looks like we've got company"

"Please tell me you brought backup or have some way to call in the cavalry?" he said, as he heard many more voices filling the air.

She looked at him and gave him a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

"Don't worry luv, I am the cavalry"

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By the way, if the song Quillion was listening to sounds familiar, it is a snippet from "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley. For my older Internet users who knows the significance of this song. Welcome! And don't worry, this is not a troll attempt, I was actually challenged to make this song significant in the story, so... Wish me luck. (PS. It actually is a good song)