To say she was utterly and completely in the dark was, well, accurate. She'd found refuge in a cave during one of the darkening nights, leaving the now disintegrated pod that she'd escaped from to continue to quickly wither into nothing. The only thing she had of her past gone within moments, and even then it hadn't finished its repair on her, leaving her wounded and still leaking energon. It wasn't a hard trail to follow, she was sure somehow something or someone would find her.
She had woken in a panic, not knowing why, really. Something deeply twisted inside of her when she'd come to, and every time she tried to recharge she could hear random snippets and sounds that would make her jerk awake. She needed rest desperately, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. She was achey and tired and she hurt so badly in places she wasn't sure that could hurt. What had happened to her? Why was she so wounded?
She let out a few coughs, ignorant of the light blue energon that trickled from the corner of her mouth as she pulled her way forward and to the entryway of the cave, peering out at the gray, darkened sky and the very little tree coverage that gave any sort of camouflage for her to hide in, not sure what she was hiding from exactly, she just knew she needed to hide.