Night has fallen, Drift let me inside his alt form. So currently I'm just in here chillin' with drift, using up the last bit of data I have left on my phone by browsing Instagram.

I look up from my phone and start to talk to Drift, "Drift, I'm bored... Can you tell me a poem?" By the way I'm asking it, I sound like and child asking for a bed time story.

I get no reply, "Okay then..." I trail off onto a different topic, trying to play off the embarrassing silence. I talk for what feels like forever, I'm sure he is not listening, or is pretty annoyed.

I stop talking and glance back at my phone, and went back to scrolling through Instagram.

"Izzy and Tessa are become pretty good by the looks of it." I say to no one in particular, while looking out the window. The people are out there sitting by a burning fire. Tessa has a blanket wrapped around her, Izzy doesn't really need one with that huge sweater on...

Their is this other guy that Tessa never introduced me to. I wonder who is, who his is to her... I mean they look close. He's talking to 'Cade Yeager' (Tessa told me his name.) It's quite intriguing.

Oh look at me, I'm rambling on about stuff that really doesn't matter!! I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I guess I'll take a quick nap...

Time skip...............

I am suddenly rudely awoken by a voice yelling my name. Opening my eyes I yell back 'YES??!' You already know that I don't like to be woken.

"Ouch." I open my eyes and see it's Cade Yeager sitting it the drivers seat, I'm sitting in shot gun.

I give him a confused face, making sure that he knows my current thoughts. "What? You were yelling at me, I yelled back..." I question. He replies with something I didn't expect...

"I wasn't yelling..." He replied, just as confused as I was. I shook I off, and I guess he did too.

Cade had this mini drone, it look like it had a camera on it as well. "Is that the military's." I question once again. What is he doing with a drone? Especially with a camera... Did something happen? Does it have to do with Tessa's friend death? All these questions...

Drift does some robotic thing and it starts to play some Radom footage. I was surprised at first, there was another autobot. But he look like he were in distress, afraid even. I thought autobots don't get afraid. Then all of a sudden, humans started shooting at him, over and and over and over again. My hand covered my mouth as I watched in agony. A few tears rolled down my checks. My eyes red and irritated, swelling with more tears.

"It isn't fair..." I mumbled through my tears. My sinuses started to run down into my throat, causing me to gag once in a while. I sniffle, but that only makes it worst. I block up my sinus passage causing a knife piercing headache.

Then once they... Killed him, another piece of footage came up. Another autobot, I knew where this is leading. But my eyes were glued, watching, cringing as every bullet pierced through the heavy metal, blinked every time a missile impacts the hot tore through metal.

I whimper, tears uncontrollably falling of my face one after another. The salty gross taste of mucus and tears in my mouth increased. I bit the hem of my shirt and looked away for the first time since it started. I tried to hold back the tears I just couldn't. I buried my head into Drifts seats. I was half expecting him to comfort me, but that never happened.
So I sat there a crying mess, questioning myself. But not just myself, I question our human race. My species.

"WHY WOULD WE DO THIS?!"