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Dean Ambrose rubbed his head. He had no idea what had made it hurt so badly. As his vision cleared, he noticed an oxygen mask dangling a few inches from his nose. "What the...?" he murmured, looking around. He was strapped into a seat on an extremely busted-up plane. Several other Superstars were haphazardly thrown about the aisles. It was very obvious to him that this airplane had crash-landed someplace.
Unlatching his seat-belt, Dean stood up, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head. He stumbled past the others and almost fell out of the door. The jet was all but tilted on its side, elevating the door a few extra feet from the ground. Carefully jumping down, he got a good look at the land around the crash site.
They had landed close to a shoreline, possibly on an island. Sitting down, Dean watched the waves for a short while. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. Turning, he saw none other than his fellow Hound, Roman Reigns. "You know what happened?" Dean asked.
"Not at all," Roman replied, sitting next to Dean. "All I know is that one minute we were flying just fine; the next, we're here."
"Seems suspicious," Dean noted. "Don't you think?"
Roman did not answer, turning his attention to the waves. The two sat in silence for some time. All at once, they heard a loud cry. Exchanging a nervous glance, they quickly made their way over to the jet.
Clambering back up into the fuselage, they looked wildly for the source of the screaming. Near the back of the jet, they noticed Bray Wyatt attempting to comfort someone, which was a strange enough scene by itself. Erick Rowan and Luke Harper stood rather uncomfortably nearby.
Walking nearer, Dean and Roman saw, to both of their dismay, Bo Dallas. The usually optimistic Superstar was clutching his right arm and whimpering. "It's broken," Bray explained to the two former members of the Shield. "But you'll find a way to put a bright twist on it, won't you," he addressed Bo. The latter responded with a limp smile.
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Later, once all of the Superstars had woken up and gotten out of the plane, they held some kind of council. "Alright, we're stuck here with no way to escape," Dean said. "We have, at present, no food or shelter. Plus, we have multiple injuries."
"No kidding," Dolph Ziggler grumbled, nursing a gash across his shoulder.
"First thing's first," Roman said, "We need to get some food and shelter. Will anyone who is not too badly injured stand up?" Wade Barrett, Bray Wyatt, Erick Rowan, Luke Harper, Jey Uso, and Rob Van Dam stood. "Good," Roman continued. "Barrett, Rowan, and Harper will go and find food. The rest of you should stay and set up shelters."
"What about the rest of us?" Christian called. He blinked through the flow of blood dripping from the wound on his forehead.
"Someone's going to have to get you guys cleaned up," Dean answered, looking doubtfully at Roman.
"We're probably going to get stuck with that job," Roman sighed. "They can't exactly do it themselves."
"I hate it when you're right," Dean grumbled. He turned again to address the other Superstars, "We'll take care of that. Now, those of you that have something to do should go do whatever it is you have to do."
Those that weren't too seriously hurt scurried off into the nearby forest to gather either food or wood. As for Roman and Dean, they ran around, making makeshift splints, slings, and bandages out of whatever materials they could find.
Unfortunately for Dean, one of these patients was none other than former Shield member, Seth Rollins. "You," Dean growled, showing obvious contempt for the other Superstar.
"Look," Seth said, trying to make amends. "It wasn't my idea to get on that plane. Hunter..."
"Don't talk to me about Hunter," Dean snapped, purposely bumping Seth's broken leg.
Wincing, Seth tried again, "Dean, look. I..."
"How about you shut your mouth," Dean snarled. "I'll take care of your darn leg and we can both go back to ignoring each other. How's that sound?" Seth shook his head, but didn't utter another word.
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Later on that night, once Kane had started up a fire, those in charge of gathering food started to set up a meal of sorts. Dean wandered over to where the shelters were being built. "How's it going over h;'
ere?" he asked.
"Well," Rob said, attempting to lean a bunch of sticks together in a tent-like shape. "It could be better." He sighed as the flimsy structure trembled and fell at the slightest wind.
Shaking his head, Dean walked towards Jey, who was trying to make some kind of wall. "What are you doing?" he questioned.
"What's it look like?" Jey snapped back. "It's a wall. I'm doing what you told me to do: make a shelter."
"Okay," Dean replied. "How long do you think it'll take?"
"I don't know," Jey mused. "Maybe a few more hours. Could be days."
"That's great," Dean grumbled to himself, walking away. "Rob can't even make a tent, Jey's shelter might take days, and who knows where Wyatt went."
"Don't worry," a voice called behind Dean. "We could always sleep under the stars the first night or so." Dean sighed; it seemed like Bo's usual demeanor had returned.
"Just so you know," Dean growled, "I'm not in the mood for any of your motivational nonsense."
"That wasn't nonsense," Bo explained, his customary joy wavering slightly. "Just a suggestion."
Dean looked back at the two unfinished constructions. Unfortunately, it seemed like they would have to sleep outside for the first night at least. He growled again. This was going to be quite an interesting venture.
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After they had eaten the improvised meal, everyone had to figure out sleeping arrangements. "Where are we going to sleep?" Dolph enquired. "The shelters aren't done yet."
"Either in the sand," Roman answered, "or in the plane, if you prefer."
"I'm not going back in there," Rob declared, sitting indignantly in the sand.
"Neither are we," the Usos proclaimed.
Suddenly, they heard thunder in the distance. Rob and the twins shared a glance and, feeling quite defeated, retreated into the plane.
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As everyone tried their hardest to get comfortable, Dean stared out the window at the ocean. He groaned as someone moved to sit beside him. Turning almost unwillingly, he came face-to-face with none other than Bo. "What do you want?" Dean growled.
"You looked lonely, sitting over here by yourself," Bo explained.
"I don't want your help," Dean snapped.
"That doesn't mean you don't need it," Bo replied with a grin.
"It does mean leave me alone," Dean retorted.
"Okay," Bo answered simply.
Dean snorted at him and turned back towards the window. Slowly, the gentle, rhythmic sound of the waves lulled him to sleep.