You were searching for supplies currently, wandering through the dark and cold woods somewhere in the U.S. You looked around, optics warily scanning the area as the vibrant glow of them illuminated your path. You stopped in your tracks when you heard the sounds of pained and distressed whimpers from afar.

You slowly and cautiously approached the source of the sound, looking around before finding where it was coming from. The damaged now blind second-in-command of the Decepticons, formerly.. Leaned against one of the bent trees. His left optic was gouged out and the other was completely unfunctional. You slowly approached the seeker, kneeling down in front of him as you slowly reached out.

"Who's there?! keep your filthy digits away from me.!"

Starscream hissed at you, trying to swat your servos away and missing completely, pressing back against the bent over tree as his wings shifted anxiously. It was obvious that he was more scared than anything.