Bee’s optics are blurry as he wakes up. His perfectly painted yellow chest plate is dented from the battle with the decepticons. He had to get back to his friends, he had to help them.

Then he remembers. The decepticons finally one. Humanity is probably wiped out by now.

Bee beeps erratically, noting his surroundings. He is tied up in a repair shop. There are tools and a cup of water that still has ice. Someone has to be around here, there has to be a human who survived and saved him.