The Autobots were too late at getting to Earth. The Decepticons had already tore up the Earth searching for the All Spark. They have left very few survivors in parts of the world. Now the Autobots are held responsible for the destruction of Earth and must take care of the survivors they find.
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E A R T H S U R V I V O R S: MONETTE, AR
Chapter 1
I woke up that early morning to the sound of the ground shaking and my room clattering. The pictures I hung up there fell to the floor and shattered. I jumped and sat up in my bed when I heard the first one hit and break. I stared out my window to see the earth burn up and darken the sky even more. My dad ran in with a flashlight, screaming at me to hurry up. We had one of those steel rooms that would keep anyone safe, but it was sort of small. It was small to me, at least. I get a bit claustrophobic; I get it from my dad.
Anyways, my mom was already running to get whatever food she could from the kitchen and stuffing it in some garbage bags. My dad stuffed me into the steel bolted room and told me to stay put. I really had no other choice, I didn't even know what the hell was going on! I shivered inside that little space and my mom started handing me some of the food bags. Dad gave me some boxes that would be filled either with Capri Sun or Dr. Pepper. I piled them into the back of the room, waiting for something else to be shoved into my hands. My mom stopped cold and stared at her husband like he was the devil. He knew exactly what she was thinking.
"The baby," he whispered. My little, newborn brother, Jason. He was still upstairs in his crib! Both my parents ran upstairs to grab him. I was stuck in the small room, listening to the screams outside and the car tires squealing outside. I felt a large vibration coming from the left side of the house. I nabbed the keys from outside of the room and ran back in. I closed the door fast enough to miss the wall of fire that hit the side of the house. The room rocked a bit and I held onto the empty shelves on the side. I screamed for my parents, though I knew they might've been dead already.
Along with the baby.
The deafening roar of the fire found its way to my ears from the ventilation system and some of the smoke came through. It stung my eyes and clogged part of my throat. I grabbed for one of the Capri Suns to try and clear it up before I died of suffocation, but I had already passed out.
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How long had it been? Minutes, hours, days? All I knew was I was stuck inside that stupid little steel constructed room and my parents were gone. Had they survived? I grabbed the room key that lay in front of me and stood up slowly. My head, chest, legs, arms were pounding to the beat of my heart. It almost felt impossible to stand, but I stood up anyway. I crawled to the door, dragging my feet, and turned the lock slowly. I pushed the heavy door open and what I saw hit me like I was standing on the rail of a subway with the train a few feet from colliding with me.
The house was burnt down. Some of the wood still stood, even a bit of the stairs and the second floor were still standing, but I could see past the house and look at the rest of the burnt neighborhood. The sky was reddened by the morning sun and a bit darkened by the ash that hung in the air. I looked around for any sign of life, but it seemed the closest thing to life outside the steel room was the oxygen and carbon in the air. I turned to the left to find two large lumps and one little lump beside them. I knew too well what they were: Mom, Dad, and baby Jason.
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Author's Note: Half credit to American History Lover2009 for sending in the character! Again, it might be a while to make this one up since I'm working on two other stories (three, if you count the one I finished but didn't completely upload). Sent a comment! I don't call them reviews so much...
