Yo! articmadador here with another chapter for this new story. I really like writing for this story, especially with new OCs. I loved my other ones, but I was running out of ideas for them. I might stull throw in an odd story or two for them, though. Anyways, I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS! Hasbro does. I only own the OCs. Please review and enjoy!

It's amazing that of all the stars in the sky, many of which are really planets or even galaxies full of them, Transformers ended up here on this planet. There had to be so many more planets out there where they could've gone, places where their war wouldn't have caused all the pain and loss it had caused here. But they were here for a reason, and apparently if they left, humans would be completely screwed. At least the government had seemingly learned their lesson, and there wouldn't be another incident like this again.

A pair of eyes gazed at the sky, observing every twinkling star and constellation they could see. However, thoughts of how everything going wrong in the world could've been avoided raced through the person's mind. There had been so many other ways the government could've handled the conflict the Transformers were having, but instead they chose to exile Earth's only defense. They could've at least staged the exile or something. Maybe then there wouldn't have been so much death and damage. Then she wouldn't be in this predicament right now.

"Moby! Stop staring at the sky! Why don't you stop dreaming and do something for once!" an agitated voice called.

Moby groaned indignantly and continued to stare up at the twinkling stars. They looked as if they had been painted onto a black canvas and stretched out above her. She wanted to stare at them for hours and wonder what other beings could be out there. However, it sounded like her friend wasn't in the mood to wait around. Besides, she only had a few more minutes before the sun would begin to rise and brighten up the sky, then she wouldn't be able to see them at all. She sat up, then immediately went still as a wave of nausea hit her, and she struggled not to gag as her mouth filled with saliva and her eyes watered. For a few seconds, she felt herself losing the battle as the feeling got worse and worse. She sat still with her arms wrapped around her torso and took deep breaths, and luckily for her the feeling slowly dissipated.

"Moby, stop messing around! Get down here, dread-head!" the voice called again.

The sound of her friend's angry voice made Moby jump up and carefully crawl down the mess of concrete and metal she had been resting on. She did her best to avoid cutting herself or slipping, because the last thing she needed now was a severe injury. She finally reached a point where she could jump down a short distance to the ground, and landed almost directly beside her friend, A tall and slim girl with light brown skin. Her long, curly black hair lay against her shoulders, looking almost like a flowing black river. She had definitely brushed it and done a bit of grooming, and though Moby wanted to comment on it, she noticed the angry look in her friend's brown eyes and thought better of it. She opted to greet her with a smile, but instead was greeted by a water bottle to the head.

"How many times have I told ya not to sit up there!? You could fall down, you dumb ass!" the girl snapped.

"Damn, Chelsey!" Moby cried as she rubbed her head. "You tryna scramble my brain!?"

The girl snorted and shoved a backpack into Moby's arms. "No need to, you're already completely nuts."

"Wow, thanks for the compliment."

Chelsey rolled her eyes and turned away, then began walking down the street. Moby took a moment to yawn and stretch before she sprinted a short distance to catch up with her friend. She began shaking her dreads to make sure no rocks had been caught in them, and once content with them she snatched the water bottle from her friend.

"So, where'd you find this?" she asked as she unscrewed the cap.

"I didn't find it, I refilled it."

Moby groaned. "Where'd you get the water?"

"Same place we've been getting it. The tap water from the office building."

"Did you check for—"

"You know water jugs are empty, and we already looked everywhere for more. I had to get the water from the sink."

"This water makes us sick, Chelsey. Maybe we can find some water somewhere else to drink."

"There's no more water here, and we need to leave anyway. Oklahoma is not gonna get up and come here to pick us up."

"I know…"

Moby held the water bottle up, now able to see it more clearly since the sun was coming up. The bottle was old, one they'd been reusing for a while. The water inside was seemingly clear, though there seemed to be a little dirt in it. It also had this bluish tint to it, just like all tap water they collected. They always got sick every time they drank it, but with it being so hard for them to find water bottles, they didn't have a choice but to drank this. Moby took a second to prepare herself for the taste, then turned the bottle up and drank as much as she could. A bitter taste flooded her mouth, and her tongue and throat began to tingle. She was only able to take a few gulps before she turned the bottle down and shoved it back into Chelsey's hands. Chelsey paused for a moment before taking a few gulps herself, then she took a few deep breaths as her eyes watered.

"Damn, that tastes bad," she muttered.

"It's the worse we've had all week," Moby gritted out. "We're gonna be sick as hell later."

"Let's get as far as we can before it hits. Come on." Chelsey reached out and tugged Moby's arm as she started walking faster.

"I'm comin'! I'm comin'! Don't rush me."

As the two girls walked together, the sun slowly rose in the sky, warming the day and shining down on a damaged city below. They were traveling through a city in Missouri that neither of them knew the name of. The buildings were heavily damaged, some completely destroyed. Concrete, glass, and brick littered the streets, and the girls constantly had to step and climb over obstacles. Cars were scattered everywhere, some thrown into buildings. None of them were in working condition, and it seemed as if most of them had been on fire or caught in an explosion. Papers, clothes, electronic devices, and even food where just some of the things that littered the streets and sidewalks of the city. Decepticons had definitely been here, and they seemingly had a field day.

The girls had arrived together a week and a half ago after the city had been attacked. With the Decepticons gone and no other people around, the girls didn't have to duck and keep hidden, and they had no competition for supplies. But, with all the damage to the city, there wasn't much around to pick from. Besides, the girls weren't here to stay, but were only passing through to rest and restock on their way to Oklahoma. Chelsey had family there, and the two of them were going to live with them, where they would be safe. With Decepticons raiding cities and murdering humans at every turn, they needed to get there was quickly as possible. However, they could only move so fast on foot, and with little food and a lot of contaminated water, the journey was taking a toll on both of them. Everyday they were getting sicker, and as they pushed themselves more and more it only got worse. The long rest here had done them some good, but even now they were feeling ill. They tried not to dwell on it, often chatting away as happily as they could and doing their best to ignore the pain and discomfort they felt throughout the day.

"Did you call them this morning?" Moby piped suddenly, interrupting the silence that had hung in the air for a while now.

"Them?"

"Your cousins in Oklahoma."

"Yeah. They said everything is okay out there. A little bit of stormy weather, but none of those…Decepticons."

"Good." Moby looked around, contemplating whether to ask the next question. She then decided it was best she ask now. "Did you ask them about me?"

There was a brief pause before Chelsey replied. "No."

"Chelsey—"

"They're gonna take you in, Moby. Stop doubting it."

"That don't even know I'm comin'! You have to tell them ahead of time. If I just show up with you, they're gonna be like 'Who the hell is this'!?"

"They'll still take you in when they find out you're my friend, and how much we've been through. Stop worrying, Moby. They won't leave you out in the cold. I won't let them."

Moby nodded, though she was still nervous about meeting Chelsey's relatives. She was sure they would take her in, but she didn't know them just as much as they didn't know her. She wasn't sure if she'd feel safe once they arrived at their home. Nonetheless, she didn't want to leave Chelsey, and she believed her when she said her cousins were nice and welcoming. She figured she was just overthinking, and decided they had plenty of time to talk about this more later.

The two girls walked on in silence for a while before Chelsey suddenly staggered. She tried to straighten up, but instead tripped over her own feet and fell to the ground. Moby was at her side in seconds, and realized that Chelsey might be about to puke. She started coughing and gagging, then seemingly began to choke on something. Then, before Moby could react, she coughed up a small mass of a light blue, jelly-like substance. Chelsey then seemed to recover, and leaned back while taking deep breaths. Moby stared in shock and a bit of disgust at what her friend had just hacked up. Then, she grabbed a small piece of concrete beside her and began using it to help her examine the substance.

"What the hell did I just throw up?" Chelsey asked in a hoarse voice.

"I have no clue," Moby replied as she moved the mass around with the concrete. It was a wet, loose blob of something Moby didn't recognize. It was a light blue, almost white color, and when she leaned close to smell it, she couldn't match the smell to anything she knew. "It's a good thing it came out of you, whatever it is."

"It hurt coming up."

"I'm sure it did. You hacked it up like a cat hacks up a damn hairball. I ain't know you yarped pellets."

Chelsey smiled at her friend. "Shut up."

Moby smiled to herself, then managed to gather and lift up a small amount of the substance on the concrete chunk. "Here, you want it back?"

Chelsey's eyes widened. "No, Moby! Don't you dare!"

Moby inched closer, a mischievous smile on her face. "Here, you can have it back."

"Moby, stop!" Chelsey cried as she scrambled to give up, though she was smiling herself. "You play too much!"

Moby stood up and inched closer. "What, don't you want it?"

Now Chelsey staggered to her feet and moved back. "No, I don't want it!"

"Here, take it back!"

Moby leapt at Chelsey, and Chelsey shrieked before she took off running as fast as she could. Moby discarded the concrete chunk and ran after her, laughing almost hysterically as she went. The two girls ran through the streets, laughing and dodging one another. Due to the water always making them sick, they rarely felt like running around and having fun. This rare burst of energy was welcomed by both of them, and even when they tired of running, neither of them stopped. However, all things must come to an end, and it wasn't long before Moby tripped and fell onto the asphalt.

"Dog shit!" she hissed, then rolled over laughing.

Chelsey came to a stop, then walked over to her friend. "See, that's what you get for chasing me in the first place."

Moby sat up and stretched her arms and legs. "Oh, bah humbug."

"Moby, it's not Christmas."

"Hell, it's always Christmas."

Chelsey chuckled before leaning down and offering to help Moby up. Moby practically pulled her down to the ground when she stood up, jerking the poor girl backwards to propel herself upwards. When they both stood, Moby grabbed her backpack and they set about walking again.

"Hey, you think those Decepticons will show up on us?" Chelsey asked casually.

"Nah, we're far behind them. Besides, your cousins said there are none around them. Hell, we'll be okay."

"You've said that before and been wrong, Moby."

"Yeah, well if I'm wrong this time, you can look at me and say 'Moby, this is all your fault!'"

"Okay, I'll remember you said that. The moment those Decepticons show up and something goes wrong, I'm gonna say that right back to ya."

Moby only laughed and swung her arms back and forth. "Fine, fine. But I doubt we'll run into them again."

There you go, Chapter 2. I almost had this done yesterday, then didn't like what I had so I ended up rewriting half of the chapter. I will do my best to have Chapter 3 out soon. Hope you enjoyed! Have a good'n!