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Part 14 – Everyone "The Calm Before the Storm"
The group that had been assigned to the hippie bus (Excluding Billy, Chuck, and Rico who had been tied up and dumped a ways back by Rob Conway, Rene Dupree, Sylvan Grenier, and Finlay) all sat around the fire they had made, roasting marshmallows (and a few other things).
"Kumbaya my lord, Kumbaya" Sang Ric Flair suddenly.
Surprisingly, everyone else, even Rene, soon joined in.
It was really a nice setting, sort of like a campout, (They even had tents that they had bought from a camping store) and soon, the singing stopped and Finlay began a ghost story while everyone else listened intently, occasionally glancing over their shoulders.
It really was like a scene from a storybook, only Melina felt more than scared. She just had that uncomfortable feeling, kind of like the one you get when you're being watched.
She told herself that it was nothing, just a really good story.
Little did she know, she had a reason to be terrified.
Chris Benoit drove through the night; He had to, as he and Lillian were the only ones in the vehicle sober and or sane enough to drive.
"KENNEDY!" Mr. Kennedy screamed.
Benoit groaned, Lillian sighed and looked out the window, Candice and Carlito let out drunken laughs, and Chris Masters high-fived the very odd wrestler while taking an enormous gulp of whatever he was drinking.
"Worst. Group. Ever." Benoit said slowly.
Lillian nodded.
What Benoit and Lillian didn't know was that they had a much bigger problem than a few drunken/strange anyway wrestlers.
Eddie Guererro and Rey Mysterio were still basically in the middle of nowhere, and still eating snacks.
"Hey Rey-Rey, can you get me a bag of Doritos?" Eddie asked.
"Sure," said Rey grabbing a bag and giving them to his friend.
"This is pretty cool, huh esse?" Eddie asked. "It's the middle of the night. We have no clue where we are and don't really care. We have snacks."
"Tell me about it, man. It's times like these that I wouldn't give for the world." Rey responded.
THUD!
"What the… What was that Eddie?"
"I dunno holmes. Maybe we ran over King Booker. Or Steve Austin. That would be nice, huh Rey-Rey?"
But Rey felt very uncomfortable, and had a right to, as something was currently slipping into the trunk.
Mick Foley and The Big Show walked down a desserted highway, Foley attempting to sing Britney Spears 'Toxic', while Big Show attempted to cover his ears.
Crack.
"What was that?" Big Show asked.
"What?"
"That crack. It came from the forest."
"Ehh, probably just a snake or something trying to get away from my horrible singing." Mick said goodheartedly.
Show laughed. "I can't argue with you there."
It wasn't a snake.
"IF YA SMMMMMEEELLLLLLL WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN!"
"Uhhh… Will you please stop? It's probably one in the morning." Groaned Torrie Wilson.
"I agree. Eugene needs to get to sleep!" Piped up William Regal.
"Oh Eugene needs to get to sleep does he?" Asked the Rock.
"Yes. He has a-" Regal started, but was cut off.
"IT DOESN'T MATTER IF HE NEEDS TO GET TO SLEEP!"
Everyone let soft out groans.
None of them new what lurked outside, though. If they had, they would have done more than groaned.