You hear it... the beating, the constant beating... You can't tell if it's coming from you, or in the distance... hand's tembling; mouth's dry. you feel pressure in your head; it feels like it's in a hydraulic press squeezing... crushing... grinding... you try to focus, but your head's pounding too hard. you want to scream, but you dare not; it'd give you away. You try to hold your weapon; it rattles loosely in your hand... if you could, you'd drop it and run but there's nowhere to run to... Soon. You look around everyone has the same look on their face tired. angry. scared. not in any particular order; all of them at once you feel a hand on your shoulder it's your friend. he gives you a weak smile, but you see it in his eyes: he feels the same way. he then looks to the distance both of you know what's coming. there's no turning back now Then you hear it: a roar. the roar of hundreds of voices. like the heavens ripped open then the thunderous rumbling A shout goes up from your side a roar returns you don't even remember getting up; you just follow your friend. running as fast as you can. you get thrown to the ground the wind knocked out of you. you look for your friend, and you find him. his oil's all over you. You pick up what's left; his eyes dim, his body shattered you can't even understand what he's trying to say but he hands you his weapon. that's the last thing you see before the next blast. fog. smoke. you try to get up, but you can't. your legs are shattered you try, but they spark. they won't hold you. you try dragging yourself, but you're too weak. you taste oil in your mouth; It's your own. you look around, all you see is hell... broken bodies. shattered people. death. then you rise to your feet not by your own power; but that of a cold, black metallic hand. you look up into a pair of red eyes "Pathetic..." the owner of those eyes says with disgust. you know these eyes, that voice and if it wasn't for the numbness you would scream in terror. As you look into the instrument of your own demise only one word escapes you weary lips, your broken jaw; Megatron. then, all goes white. then black.