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[April 15] [Overwatch] Nothing Else
Title: Nothing Else
Day/Theme: 15. "Where does the road end and the beach begin?"
Series: Overwatch
Character/Pairing: Roadhog
He didn’t let himself think about it. He let the roar of the engine and the vibration of the motorcycle drown out everything else. He could ride for days without meeting a living soul and seven times out of ten, he would end up killing them when he did. He didn’t think about that either. It was easier not to think about something he just had to do.
This was the way life was. This was every day. The road didn’t end. If he lived long enough to get to where he couldn't go farther, there would be nothing to do but turn around and start back the way he had come. There wasn’t anything else. There wasn’t any other world than this. He was a survivor. He didn’t have to think about it. He just had to do it.
He could count the number of times it had snuck up on him. He didn’t have to be thinking to remember. He didn’t see flashes of blue unless he had his mask off in the open during the day. That didn’t happen often. So when the memories of bright blue and coolness trickled over him from somewhere, he shivered for the first time in ages.
There was nothing cool or soft or soothing about the world he was in now. The miserable heat and buckling asphalt and the dry, destroyed world was forever and ever all around him. He had just put a stop to an intended ambush when it happened. He had scraped the gray matter off his boot and was siphoning the petrol out of their sad little jeep when an old sunscreen bottle that had been repurposed into a counterweight caught his eye.
He hadn’t seen the cheerful sun and palm tree logo in decades, but he could suddenly smell the artificial coconut-banana sweetness and it brought the rest in a wave. The smell and feel of the ocean came over him. It had been years since he had been to the sea. He might never go back. Even if he did, it might not be the same. He wasn’t. If the ocean was as ruined and twisted as everything else, he didn’t want to see it.
Day/Theme: 15. "Where does the road end and the beach begin?"
Series: Overwatch
Character/Pairing: Roadhog
He didn’t let himself think about it. He let the roar of the engine and the vibration of the motorcycle drown out everything else. He could ride for days without meeting a living soul and seven times out of ten, he would end up killing them when he did. He didn’t think about that either. It was easier not to think about something he just had to do.
This was the way life was. This was every day. The road didn’t end. If he lived long enough to get to where he couldn't go farther, there would be nothing to do but turn around and start back the way he had come. There wasn’t anything else. There wasn’t any other world than this. He was a survivor. He didn’t have to think about it. He just had to do it.
He could count the number of times it had snuck up on him. He didn’t have to be thinking to remember. He didn’t see flashes of blue unless he had his mask off in the open during the day. That didn’t happen often. So when the memories of bright blue and coolness trickled over him from somewhere, he shivered for the first time in ages.
There was nothing cool or soft or soothing about the world he was in now. The miserable heat and buckling asphalt and the dry, destroyed world was forever and ever all around him. He had just put a stop to an intended ambush when it happened. He had scraped the gray matter off his boot and was siphoning the petrol out of their sad little jeep when an old sunscreen bottle that had been repurposed into a counterweight caught his eye.
He hadn’t seen the cheerful sun and palm tree logo in decades, but he could suddenly smell the artificial coconut-banana sweetness and it brought the rest in a wave. The smell and feel of the ocean came over him. It had been years since he had been to the sea. He might never go back. Even if he did, it might not be the same. He wasn’t. If the ocean was as ruined and twisted as everything else, he didn’t want to see it.