Disclaimer: I don't own any of the WWE Superstars featured in this fic. I wish I could borrow them, though...
Rated: M
WARNINGS: slash, m/m pairings & sex, character death, blood and gore, explicit language, & other graphic scenes

Sheamus' POV

Sheamus opened his eyes and blinked away the sleep, taking just a moment to calm down after having such a horrendous nightmare. He let his heart steady before he checked the time – 8:56 am – and noted it was Friday. Normally, he wasn't one to be frightened so easily, especially by a dream, but this one was far different than anything he'd ever experienced before.

He dreamt that he, Daniel, and Cena had gone off into the woods for some reason when a loud shriek came from the undergrowth. Cena disappeared into a tree – a fault in his dream, clearly – and he and Daniel investigated the noise. Something popped out at them …

Sheamus shook his head to rid his thoughts of the dream, and instead focused his attention on the few men that were awake. Cena was bitching about the bathroom being smelly, and Jericho complained of being hungry. Miz and Zack made small talk next to each other. To busy himself, he got out of his seat and walked towards the Broski.

"Hey, Sheamus," Zack greeted him, giving him a slight nod. "Here to check out my back?"

"Yeah," Sheamus spoke, his voice thankfully not giving any sort of hint to his fear. He retrieved the First Aid kit and went back over to Zack. He had turned in his seat so Sheamus had a better angle of it. After putting on a pair of gloves, he carefully removed the dressings covering the wound and examined it. The cut was barely open, and dark red scabs lined the outside of it. There was no sign of infection, but Sheamus still poured a little peroxide onto the wound to be sure. He ignored Zack hiss slightly as it made the open part of his wound bubble some while he opened up a few packets of gauze. After putting some antibacterial ointment onto the cloth, he pressed it gently over the wound and taped it down. Zack turned back in his seat and sighed.

"Thanks, bro. Hurts like a bitch, but at least it's not infected."

Sheamus took off the gloves and threw away the trash. He shoved the First Aid kit back onto the wall and slumped in his seat. Everything was going well for a couple hours when Big Show stood up with such momentum the entire bus rocked.

"Guys, I fucking hear it again!" He yelled. Everyone hushed, and this time, even with the rain pounding against the vehicle, everyone else heard it, too.

"It sounds like a police siren," Orton noted quietly. "Doesn't it?"

The men agreed with the Apex Predator when they realized it did, too. Over the course of the next few minutes, the siren slowly became louder until it seemed it must be right behind the bus.

"Does anybody see lights?" Sheamus called, pressing his face against the window regardless of the fact he couldn't see shit. Randy dared to open his window for a moment to stick his head out. He pulled his face back in and shut the window. "I can't be sure, but I think I saw some sort of flashing."

Excitement radiated off of everybody. Sheamus made a loud shh before addressing everyone. "If it really is a police car, they'll stumble upon the bus soon and save us. Let's just stay quiet and calm until then."

Everyone stared hopefully in different directions as the siren got increasingly louder. Within a couple minutes, red, blue, and white lights started flashing against the sides of the bus. Sheamus smiled once and shook his head; he really hoped this was legit.

A loud pounding on the double doors made everyone jump. Sheamus jolted out of his seat and ran to the front of the bus. A man dressed in a crisp, albeit soaked, police uniform hit the glass with his fists. Sheamus butted them open with his shoulders and damn near jumped into the man's arms.

"Tacoma Police," the man's voice trailed off as he saw Sheamus' tired expression and sunken eyes. He and two other police officers pushed their way past the Great White and stood at the front of the bus. "Are these the WWE Superstars who got stuck out in the woods?"

"What do you think?" Randy murmured loud enough for the few men around him to hear. Sheamus watched Kane extend his long arm and slap his shoulder roughly.

"Yes, yes we are!" Christian spoke. "There's me, Sheamus, Cena, Punk, Jericho, Bryan, Kane, Show, Orton, Rhodes, Zack, and Miz here. Alberto and Santino left two days ago."

The police officer who had initially pounded on the doors whipped his speaker out and said something in police-speak. "We're sending backup so we can get you out of here safely. Remain where you are seated until help arrives."

The three police officers guarded the front of the bus as the men nearly jumped for joy. They went around and hugged each other and high-fived one another. Sheamus ran up to Christian and the two double high-fived before embracing each other in a friendly hug. Laughs ran freely from every man when they realized they were saved.

Sheamus left the celebrating men and went towards the police officers. "Can you tell me how you found us?" he asked.

"We were working with everything we had, starting with looking at all the bus schedules and ending with massive search parties throughout various forests. Our biggest lead, though, was when we found two of your counterparts lying dead one hundred or so feet from an interstate highway. One was disemboweled with his intestines partially pulled from his abdomen, and the other was decapitated. A smaller search party stumbled upon a massive pile of blood and followed it to the bodies. We then scoured these woods for a few hours until we finally came upon the bus."

Sheamus' heart clamped slightly when he heard of Alberto and Santino's deaths. "My god, they were so young…"

"It is a shame," he spoke truthfully. "The worst part is their deaths were so beneficial."

Sheamus nodded in agreement and sighed. "I can't wait to get out of here."

"I would imagine," the officer mused.

After another half hour of waiting, four more police cruisers joined the two already parked beside the bus. The lead officer on the bus stepped forward. "All right, men, pair up! Two to a cruiser! We're getting you out of here."

They gathered what little belongings they still had and were escorted by pairs onto different cruisers. Miz helped Zack down the stairs of the bus. Afterwards, Punk and Jericho left together. Cena and Bryan, Orton and Cody, and Show and Kane got off as well. Sheamus grabbed Christian's arm and exited the bus last. They followed the lead officer to his car and got in the back. After nearly four days, they were finally leaving those fucking woods and that damn bus. No other feeling could have been better than the realization he had at that very moment.

CM Punk's POV

Phil allowed Jericho to lean on his shoulder as they sat in the back of a police cruiser, slowly making their way through the sodden forest. They only moved when the car rolled over something and made them bounce slightly. Phil sighed once.

"What's wrong?" Jericho asked. Phil looked down at him and gave a weak smile.

"Is all of this going to change now that we're not locked on a bus together?" Phil wondered sadly. Chris slowly connected their lips in an attempt to reassure him. It did, but only a little.

"Nothing is going to change, except for the fact that we're not confined to a bus anymore," Chris spoke, slowly shutting his eyes. Content with the answer he was given, Phil allowed his eyes to shut as well, happy that the memory of being stuck on the bus was just that – a memory.

*THE END*

A/N: And we're done here, guys! I hope you've enjoyed reading this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. I was thinking about writing a sequel to this fic, so if you're interested in seeing it, let me know! Please Review!