Disclaimer:I only own the OCs in this story. I own Charity Burns. I don't own any WWE stars, or anything involved with that stuff. This is for my own sick amusement. :)

A/N: Second to last chapter! Oh man. I know I'm putting the next one up fast, but I just felt I had to. ;) Haha. Uhm... enjoy!

"What do you mean he's not breathing?" Charity asked through her stifled sobs. Blood was all over her: Shannon's blood. Her mind was whirling and her head felt heavy. The words Abby was screaming shrilly seemed to make little sense.

Abby wailed at Charity's question. "Adam… he's not… he's not…"

It sunk in. Charity bolted upright, the idea of losing someone else too much to handle. Shannon was gone, but she had a chance to save Adam's life. And by the look Adam and Abby happened to share when they looked at each other, at least someone would get a happy ending.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Abby cried. "He has no pulse and I don't hear his heart."

Beside them, Randy looked on helplessly. He wanted to help them, but felt inadequate as well. He had killed their friends, killed Charity's boyfriend. Even if he could help, they probably wouldn't want it.

Charity knelt down by the still Adam, double checking what the redhead spoke. She heard nor felt anything. "Do you know CPR?" Charity asked the shaking girl. Abby shrugged. "Is that a yes or no?"

"I've read about it before, but I've never learned officially, no."

Charity pressed her lips together. She didn't know CPR herself and was scared to try something she had seen done by people on TV. She also didn't want to hurt Adam further and kill him. "Try," she finally said. "You probably have a better idea than I do."

Abby's eyes widened. "I can't do that."

"You have to," she replied urgently. "The longer he goes without oxygen the less—"

Suddenly, Abby was down on the ground. The young girl tipped his head, checking to make sure his airway was clear. Then, she placed her lips over his and gave him two short breaths. It made her sad to think she finally got her wish when it came to kissing him, but the irony was terrible. Abby sat up, putting her hands on his chest and pressing down.

"I don't know if it's working," she said quietly. "I don't even know if I'm doing it right." The girl's words shook and her hands trembled terribly. But it was his only hope.

"Continue," Charity barked, in the most control of her life in the long time. "You have to."

Abby nodded, after checking for another pulse. She repeated the process over and over again for the next minute or so. "Don't leave me, Adam."

Suddenly, Charity pushed her away, the brunette's hand on Adam's neck. "He's got a pulse. It's weak… very weak, but its there."

"Will he wake up?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "He's lost so much blood…"

Abby stared fearfully down at Adam, pulling his limp body onto her lap. She then ran her hands through his hair, feeling the smooth dyed hair over her fingers. The one guy she had finally fallen for who returned the feelings. It didn't seem fair that he may die there.

"HEY!"

Charity's heart leapt at the sound of a familiar voice: Punk. He was walking as if he was handicap, his back arched in such a way that made her cringe. But it didn't really matter; Punk, Matt, Ayla, and Triple H were coming their way. "PUNK!" she cried, the tears re-building all over again. "Shannon's dead… he's dead…"

Triple H locked glares with Randy Orton. Forget wrestling characters and storylines, the look on the man's face was terrifying. "Get out of here," he growled at Orton. "Before I kill you."

Randy looked around, his face slightly sheepish, but mostly mortified and horrified. "Please," Randy pleaded. "Don't… I'm sorry—"

"To hell you are!' Paul roared in response, startling the others who had regrouped. Already, Abby and Ayla were talking about medical issues and helping Adam. Charity was sobbing on Matt's shirt, Punk holding the girl's arm as she did so. Matt seemed just as upset with the news of Shannon's unfortunate death. They all suddenly stared at the exchange between WWE superpowers.

"Please—" Randy pleaded, backing up as the injured star lurked toward him.

"Paul—" Matt tried quietly.

Triple H ignored him and continued on his path toward the other man.

"PAUL!"

Paul glared at Matt, a snarl sinking onto his lips. "What?"

"Don't hurt him," Matt whispered quietly.

Everyone had to stare at Matt as he did this. Randy, even if he was forced into it somewhat, had killed many people close to everyone. Why in the world would Matt defend him?

Randy seemed shocked as well.

"Why?" Paul snapped angrily. "Why the fuck shouldn't I kill this good for nothing bastard?"

Matt stared Paul dead in the eye, showing he wasn't afraid of his heated temper. "Because, we're all fucked right now and he probably knows the way out of this place. I bet the fucker has a car somewhere."

Randy cowered behind Paul. By the look on his face, Matt was right. Randy had his own escape plan for the night. "So, we find it and we get out of here," Paul said simply. "Doesn't mean I don't get to tear the fucker's head off first."

"We've been searching through these woods for hours," Matt said tiredly, his body slack and face gaunt. "There is no way to find our way around here without him. I hate him as much as you do right now, but it's our only hope. Adam needs help, as do you and I. We're going to bleed to death out here."

Paul knew this was true, but his pride remained. He turned to look at Randy, pure hatred in his eyes. "Show us to the exit," he finally muttered, as if he was talking about a hotel. Then, as Randy backed up once more, he added in a growl, "and no fucking funny business, man. Or you're dead."

"Right," Randy said quietly, looking at the other survivors. Abby was still holding on tightly to Adam, pressing her fingers on his neck every few seconds. Charity was sandwiched between Matt and Punk, her eyes red and puffy. Ayla stood between both groups, her eyes tired and worried. This was what was left of the original group, once more than double who remained. And as Randy motioned for the group to follow, the group's night with terror officially ended.

A/N: I'm aware that Abby preformed CPR differently then it is said to be done now, but I figured since she said she didn't know how to really, it made more sense, haha. And uhm, the last chapter will be an epilogue type thing, letters between people, I'm thinking. READ AND REVIEW, UPDATE I SHALL. ;)