。B E F O R E。

               。《•°☆☆☆°•》。

You couldn't stop sobbing. They had murdered him.

He's dead.

He's dead.

You didn't want to believe he was dead. You wanted to force yourself to believe he got out some how. But no matter how much you tried to think something positive the self doubt took over and it made you feel sick to your stomach.

The truck got you mostly out of the desert into an old looking town. You pulled over to the side of the road and got out got out of the truck and began to walk down the street.

Your body shook and trembled as you walked. Tears still rolled down your cheeks as you hanged your head.

They killed him.

They killed him.

They killed him. You repeated over and over again as you looked up and saw a pawn shop. Your eyes looked over at the brightly lit sign. 'Used and Trade shop'. You looked around before you entered the store and walked down the lanes.

You walked over to the female section and moved through the hangers of clothes until you found a (colour) shirt, a (colour) sweater, a pair of (colour) jeans all around your size.

You collected the clothes and a new looking pair of (type of footwear) and a pair of (colour) ankle socks.

*(If you chose sandals or some sort of open toed shoes than ignore the sock part)*

You rushed into the change room and quickly changed into the clothes you were planing to steal and held onto your old clothes and stepped out of the dressing room.

You scanned the area for an exit door which sadly the store didn't have. You sucked in a deep breath as you saw a bucket filled with soapy water and a shelf with a few stainless steel pots.

I have to create a diversion..

You sucked in a deep breath, knocking down the pots which landed in the soapy water which toppled over and spilled over the floor.

The lady at the front counter heard the noise and you quickly hid in the female aisle as the woman ran over to clean up from mess.

With the diversion in play you make a run for the door. Run! Run! Run! You kept telling yourself as you get out the front door and down the street to an ally way where you dumped your old clothes and ran back to the sidewalk and sped walk down the street.

So far so good.. You told yourself as you turned into a parking lot to many parked cars. Some were old models, old enough that couldn't be tracked by an implanted tracker or gps.

You bite down on your lower lip, looking around as you made your way over to the many parked vehicles. You nervously tucked a loose lock of (h/c) hair away from your face as you made your way over to a 2009 red Buick and scanned the car through the driver's side window.

You walked around the car and picked up a jagged rock that was on the pavement and walked back over to the car to the passenger's side door.

"Ok (y/n)..you got this.." You told yourself as you got ready to break the glass. "Ok..one, two, three.." You said before you smashed the glass and quickly got into the car as the car alarm went off.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" You cried out as you took out the panel underneath the steering wheel and began to hot wire the car. "Come on! Come on!" You begged as the car started up and the car alarm switched off.

You quickly put the car in drive and pressed on the gas getting out of the parking lot and down the road.

You sighed, pressing on the breaks as you reached a red light. You took a moment to breathe as you scanned the vehicle as you searched through the glove box and found about twenty-five dollars, the car manual and a few note pads and pens.

You shoved the cash into your pocket just as the light turned green and you started to drive again, trying to get out of the town as fast as you could.

Days later:

The car had gotten you through at least three towns and the money that was in the vehicle covered roughly half a tank and yes you stole food from a gas station.

With the driving and the stopping for rest you had found yourself in Texas. It wasn't that you were planning on driving here, all you did was drive and follow the road which led you here.

You hear the car choke and sputter as you notice the car was coming to an end to its half tank of gas.

You groaned, as you pulled to the side, putting the car in park and watched it die off. You sighed, leaning your head back against the head rest as you get out of the Buick and began to walk away.

What do I now?! You thought as you felt your frustration get the best of you as you began to tear up and you ended up kicking the Buick in anger. "This is absolute bullshit!" You cried out as you kicked the tire of the car which caused you to hurt your big toe.

"Fragging slagger!" You cried out as you hopped on one foot as you held your other injured one in your grasp.

You grunted in pain as you stopped your hopping and began to walk down the sidewalk of the busy town of Texas.

Many girls walked by with blue jeans shorts, plaid shirts and cowboy boots. Some eyed, other didn't pay attention.

You saw lots of old looking cars and trucks drive by you, the smell of the strong gas and diesel filled your nose making you cringe.

As you continued to walk you walked past a group of rough built men who eyed you as you walked by.

You felt odd about how they stared at you but you quickly brushed it off and continued walking.

As you walked down the slightly busy sidewalks of Texas you see from the corner of your eye the men following you. Your heart skipped a beat. Ok..maybe their just walking..

You worked down a swallow as you turn the corner of the street which the men did as well. You kept your eyes straight ahead as you began to sped walk which turned into a run.

As you then find yourself at a dead end and the men at your heels. "Well, look who we have here. Are you lost lady?" One of the men asked as you scrunched your nose from the strong scent of smoke each male carried on their clothes.

"Leave me the hell alone." You spat as you clenched and unclenched your hands.

"Oh, I like them feisty~" said a male who appeared old than the other three that were with him.

"We just want to have some fun." The scrawny one said as they ended closer towards you. Just before they could try anything both you and the group of perverts turned their heads to see a man at the entrance of the ally way.

His muscles clenched as he glared at the guys who were bothering you. "Did you punks ever learn some manners? Leave the girl alone." He spat acidly as his dark brown eyes burned into the theirs as they laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say old man. Just get lost." One of the guys spat who was clearly unintelligent considering this guy was about maybe in his thirties and wasn't even close to being classified as a 'old man'.

He clenched his jaw as he took out his bat and grabbed one of the men, bashing the bat at the back of the guy's legs and shoved him against the wall.

"I said leave her alone." He spat as he was grabbed by the scrawny one which was a big mistake because this guy punched him square in the face, throwing him backwards and onto the ground.

The other males who were tempted to attack me, gathered up their injured buddies, basically having their tails between their legs and ran out of the ally way.

As this was all happening, I cowered away in the corner of the ally, crouched down with my knees pushed to my chest. The guy who saved me looked over at me and extended a hand.

"Hi, my name is Cade Yeager." He said as you looked up at him and instantly took notice of who you were. "You're (y/n) (m/n) (l/n) from the battle of Chicago." He said in disbelief as you grabbed the nearest thing which was a broken beer bottle and aimed it at him.

"So what if I am? You're not going to call me in are you?" You asked threateningly as he raised his arms above his head. "Hey, whoa, slow down kid. I'm not going to hurt you." He said as you clenched your jaw, glaring daggers at this Cade guy.

"How can I trust you?" You asked as he flashed you a smile. "If I wanted to, I would've done it by now. Look I don't live far from town. And we sure as hell both know you won't make it around these parts. I'll keep you safe." He ensured as you sucked on your lower lip, eyeing this man top and down.

He doesn't seem dangerous..

NO! (Y/n)! What did Optimus say?!

Just as the word Optimus came to your mind you felt the tears form in your eyes as you shakily drop the bottle and hanged your head.

"(Y/n)? You ok?" He asked you nervously as he edged closer to you as you nodded, wiping the tears from your dirt stain cheeks.

"Yeah.." You choked out as he extended a hand towards you once more. "As I can see you've been through some shit. Let me help you." He said as you met his gaze once more before staring at his large hand.

"Why are you doing this? And why did you save me before?" You asked him as he smiled. "I wasn't going to let those guys hurt you, and it's the least I can do for someone like you. Now come on." He said as you sighed, hating yourself for taking his hand and he helped you up.

"You good with machines and well inventing stuff?" He asked you as you let out a dry laugh. "I mean I guess. I can Hotwire any kind of vehicle pretty damn well." You replied as he nodded.

"Perfect. You can be my new helper." He said as he brought you to his blue old Chevy truck. "Partner?" You repeated as he nodded. "I did tell you I'm an inventor didn't I?"

You paused for a moment before nodding, forcing a smile as he started up his truck and drove you to your new home.

From then on you actually felt safe for once.

               。《•°☆☆☆°•》。

I think that's all I'll do for the past scene chapters. Now you know from how you got from point a to point b.
More will be coming soon!
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