The last morning

I awaken to the sound of my stomach rumbling, I went without dinner last night. Slowly, I walk out to the kitchen where a mind bogglingly happy Symmetra was making pancakes. With a heavy weight in the air, we all sat down at the table in silence, not reall enjoying our final meal together. Silently we ate, not daring to talk about the trial that lay ahead. After breakfast, we all gathered in the lounge room, where all the girls wanted to do was hug me in silence. I look at the clock hanging on the wall "11:30" it reads.

"Let's get ready" I say loudly, breaking the silence. All five of them nod. Lena donned her trypical leather flight jacket, yellow leggings, crocs and visor, guns in her hands. Angela equipped her leggings and white battle armour, giving her staff a flashy twirl. Mei slid herself into the trademark winter gear and picked up her endothermic blaster, brushing off the collecting dust with her heavily gloved hand. Symmetra put on her usual light blue battle dress. And Hana squeezed into her skintight onesie, before running down stairs and returning with her ten tonne pink war mech pinky.

Together, hand in hand, we all wait out the front. Out of the corner of my eye I see Widowmaker now dressed in her signature skintight purple suit scoffing at us. "11:55" the clock reads. Slowly, I kiss each of the girls, who sadly kiss me back, knowing that this would be the last time. The white van rolled to a stop at the bottom of our driveway.

First out of the van, was Sombra, the Mexican hacker, dressed in... Whatever it is she wears. Next out came Zenyatta, the floating robot from Nepal, dressed in nothing but his McHammer pants. Then came Ana, the Egyptian sniper, dressed in her billowing cloak, complete with eyepatch. Next came the German behemoth, Reinhardt in his full suit of armour, hammer in hand. The final member stepped out of the van. I was shocked. We were in no way prepared for him.

The final member wore unbuttoned cargo pants which still only just fit around his enormous belly. He had tattoos of pigs and motors all over his belly. In one hand he carried his shotgun, in the other, he carried his hook. Over his face, he wore a radioactivity mask, with his white hair in a topside ponytail. It was Roadhog.

"11:59" the clock reads. Reinhardt steps out in front of his team, who are now all pointing their weapons at us, and raises his shield, protecting all of them from Widowmaker's rifle. Quickly, my girls get into position, all guarding the house. Hana steps into the frontline, readying her defense matrix, Lena stands off to the side, Symmetra off to the other side, Mei standing in the safety behind Hana, and Angela even further back, with her healing stream already on Pinky, waiting for the first bit of damage.