He just books it fore the closest structure. A door- thank spark a door.
Something to put between himself and that. Thing. He darts in, Ironhide in tow. Though he doesn't stop. It's a hall, crumbling. He runs down it because one wall just isn't enough.
He doesn't stop running until he reaches a dead end. It's dark, he can barely see besides the sight of his own breath in the cold air by the dim glow of his own eyes.
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He just books it fore the closest structure. A door- thank spark a door.
Something to put between himself and that. Thing. He darts in, Ironhide in tow. Though he doesn't stop. It's a hall, crumbling. He runs down it because one wall just isn't enough.
He doesn't stop running until he reaches a dead end. It's dark, he can barely see besides the sight of his own breath in the cold air by the dim glow of his own eyes.