Sam grimaced as he swirled the alcohol in its bottle. He brought the bottle to his lips and swallowed. His eyes gazed blankly ahead. He felt nothing. 10 years to this day, the world went to Hell. It started when Megatron killed Jazz. As years passed Autobots and NEST soldiers alike died off, slowly losing the eternal war against the Decepticons. It all started with Jazz and then more Autobots and humans followed. Dead. No matter how often it happened, it still hurt. All the soldiers, Mikaela, his parents…. All dead for no reason other than war. Sam broke his train of thought with another swig from his bottle. He sighed, pushing himself to his feet.
Wandering aimlessly he took to the streets, ignoring the piles of rubble and occasional fires. Sam dragged his feet through the dust, paying no mind to the world around him. A piercing shriek made his head snap up. A spark of worry blossomed in his gut, and he rushed to where it came from. There was another scream and yelling as he turned the corner into an alleyway. Sam stopped surveying the scene. Several men in dirty rags surrounded a small girl. The little girl clutched a teddy bear to her chest as tears streamed down her face. She shivered in the corner she huddled in, a red mark blossoming on her cheek. Rage ignited in his stomach, controlling his actions. A man directly in front of the child was speaking, but Sam ignored it, choosing instead to charge him. Sam tackled the man to the hard ground swinging wildly at his face. The man hadn't expected an attack, given how he hardly struggled at first, too stunned to retaliate. He began to struggle but Sam continued to punch him, until a sickening crack. Blood streamed out of the man's nose as he lay unconscious or dead on the ground. Suddenly large hands grabbed at him, yanking him off. Sam turned his head to the little girl, making eye contact.
"RUN!" he roared, turning to attack whoever had a hold on him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a small shape dash away from the scuffle. Realizing she was safe, all the fight left Sam and he slumped to the ground like a dead weight. He sat unresponsive as harsh blows battered his body. Raised voices rang in his ears, but he ignored them. Finally, a blow struck the side of his head and his world went black.