Optimus had faced war. He had faced Megatron. He had faced the possible extinction of his entire species.

But none of that compared to the sheer, primal terror of an enraged, rampaging T-Rex barreling toward him.

“OPTIMUS, RUN!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!” you screeched, dodging vines and roots as you sprinted alongside him and Ratchet.

“I merely stepped forward,” Optimus rumbled, confused but running nonetheless.

“YOU—YOU STEPPED FORWARD?! AND NOW IT WANTS TO EAT YOU?!”

Ratchet, who was already running faster than anyone had ever seen him move, was seething. “I TOLD YOU! NEVER ANGER THE LOCALS!”

But before another word could be spoken, you caught something in the chaos— Bulkhead, down.

He was groaning, struggling to move—one of his legs was pinned beneath a fallen tree. He wasn’t getting out of there fast enough.

Your mind worked faster than logic could stop you.

You didn’t think—no, you reacted.

With an almost inhuman burst of speed, you veered off from the group, sprinting straight toward the nearest massive tree. Your hands gripped the rough bark, legs pumping as you climbed, scrambling up as high as you could go.

“HEY, YOU PREHISTORIC CHICKENS! UP HERE!” you roared, waving your arms wildly.

The T-Rex skidded to a halt, its monstrous head snapping toward you with a low, guttural growl. And then, to your horror—

Another T-Rex burst through the jungle.

Oh. OH.

Now there were two.

“OH, FOR THE LOVE OF—” Ratchet’s voice was distant beneath the deafening roars.

There was no time to waste. With the Autobots frozen in stunned horror below, you did the only thing you could—you jumped.

Landing with a harsh roll, you barely had time to get to your feet before the ground shook from the first T-Rex lunging toward you.

Run.