Dean
"What the fuck?" is the only thing that I think as this guy is running towards me. He slows down as he approaches me, until he comes to a full stop 3 feet away from me.
"Run Dean," Seth says.
The guy pays him no mind. He looks normal, except he's really pale. Paler than anyone I've ever seen. His eyes go in and out of focus, as if he can't really comprehend what's happening. His shirt is ripped at the sleeves and is that…oh god that's blood on his mouth. Or maybe it's ketchup. But I'm willing to bet a million bucks that it's blood.
He continues to stare at me, looking confused, and I take a step back. He steps forward.
"Dean," Seth warns. Like I don't KNOW what kind of danger I'm in?
Just then, the guy makes a growling noise (what the hell?) then takes another step forward. I walk backwards, and as I turn to run, I feel cold fingers grasp my wrist, and pull. I'm forced to turn back around, and now I'm face to face with this freak.
Without thinking, I punch him in the face and Seth comes from behind and kicks him in the back of the knees. He releases his grip on me and falls to the floor. Seth and I immediately start running down the hallway, eyes glued to the door that leads outside. Outside equals freedom. Freedom from this freak show.
"Shit Dean, he's back up!" Seth yells.
Already? How is that possible? Whatever, we just need to keep on moving.
"Dean!" Seth cries out. I look back at him and see that the freak grabbed his ankle and forced Seth to fall flat on his face. In any other situation, I would be doubled over laughing my ass off, but not this time. I stop and turn to run back to him. Before I get there, a door on one side of the hallway slams open, and someone rushes out and runs into the freak, knocking him down. Seth scrambles to get up, and without even bothering to see who saved him, runs to me.
"Did you seriously just spear that guy?" I call out.
Roman stands up and flips his long hair out of his face. He says nothing, just makes sure that the guy stays down, and walks towards us. Punk and Daniel come out of the door Roman came from, now wearing jeans and t-shirts, struggling to carry bags.
"You could've brought at least one bag with you Roman," Daniel grunts.
Seth rushes over to relieve Daniel of some of his belongings, and I suppose I should go over there and help.
"What's in all these anyways?" I ask, taking some bags from Punk.
"Food. Water. Clothes. Necessities." Daniel answers.
I don't bother to question, I should've been smart enough to go and help them instead of running out of this place.
"Did you see anybody else around?" Seth asks.
"No, did you?" Punk answers.
Seth shakes his head, and we all look around at each other. That's really weird. Where did everybody go?
I notice Daniel looking at the ground, avoiding our eyes. Oh shit…I forgot about him and Brie…no wonder he was so upset.
"Uh, we should probably head on out." Punk breaks the uneasy silence. We look down at the guy, and he's still out cold. Good. We don't need him chasing us around anymore.
We head down the rest of the hallway cautiously, slowly, wary. If another one of those freaks pops up, we'll fare better, since we have now five people to fight them off. Five professional wrestlers. I'm not too worried. Besides, like they'd stand a chance against me. They MIGHT be able to get through Punk, Daniel, Seth and maybe even Roman, but definitely not me, Dean Ambrose. I laugh to myself, and start walking ahead of the rest of the guys. And to think I was scared before, psh. These freaks have NOTHING on me.
"Don't go too far ahead Dean!" Seth says.
"Whatever," I mumble to myself. Stupid Seth. Always playing mommy to me. He thinks he can control me, he thinks he can 'calm' me down, yeah right. Seth's nothing compared to me. I made him who he is now. Sure, I call him my brother, and in some ways he is. We hang out together, and sometimes he's actually a really funny guy. But other times, he annoys the living shit out of me. 'Dean don't do this, don't do that, be careful, calm down…' he always says. Just go away and leave me alone!
Roman, on the other hand…Roman's a bit better. He rarely talks, which is a plus. He doesn't care what I do or don't do. He's like me, in a way. Or maybe not. To be completely honest, I don't really know him all too well. I know nothing about him or his past. He keeps us all in the dark. Roman's just a great big mystery. But he's always there for me and Seth. We get in trouble, just call him up, tell him what's going on, he'll save you. He won't judge. If he does, he doesn't let us know.
Overall, we all get on well. Together, we're unstoppable. No matter what.
I reach the door and push it open, and walk into the cool night air. Feels great to finally be out of that place, with those crazy people. I head to the van, and tug on the door. Locked. I check my pockets, then I remember that I'm still in my ring gear. Shit! I lean against the van, waiting for Seth and Roman to show up. One of them has to have the keys. I hear the door to the arena to open, and the rest of the guys pile out.
"Dean?" Punk calls out.
"Here," I wave my hand in the air.
"Do you guys have the keys?" I ask when they're closer.
Seth pats his pockets, then says, "Crap, no. Roman?"
Roman sets all the bags down except for one. He rummages through the side pocket, and pulls out the keys.
"You're al life saver dude," I pat his shoulder as he drops the keys in my hand.
"Literally," Seth adds.
I unlock the door, and climb into the drivers seat and turn it on. The rest of the guys head inside and drop their bags on the two beds.
"Where to?" Daniel asks.
I think for a moment. Now that he brings it up, I don't really know where we should be going. Away from here, that's all I know. I was thinking maybe going back to Cincinnati, gathering up some stuff, and heading off for who knows where.
"How about we check the news first," I hear Punk say from behind us.
I WAS gonna do that as we were driving, but I guess we can check now…
Punk and Seth are on the couch, Roman's leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed (as usual). Daniel joins them on the couch, and I stand in the doorway. This better be quick, I wanna get out of here.
Punk's on his phone, and doesn't speak for a while.
"C'mon, hurry the fuck up," I grow impatient.
"Shut up Dean," he says.
Before I can open my mouth and spit out another, harsher insult, he holds up his hand. "Can it Dean. Now's not the time, since we're not the only place that had these crazy people,"
"What?" I ask.
"Yeah, apparently it happened everywhere, all over the world. People turning on each other, biting each other…eating…each other…" he winces at the eating part.
"And all at the same time too. The same time it happened to us, it happened to them. They're saying about half the world's like this," he continues.
"Half the world?" Seth asks.
Punk nods.
I throw my hands up. "Well then, let's get the hell out of here!" I head back to the front, and into the driver's seat. I put it into drive, and back out of the parking spot. Just then, I hear the door opening. I look over, and see some chick trying to climb in.
"Um, and who are you?" I ask.
She looks up at me, and she looks exactly like that other freak. Aw shit…
"Guys!" I call out.
Daniel comes running towards me, and I jerk my head to the chick.
"I'm kinda busy trying to drive here," I say.
Without any hesitation, Daniel kicks her square in the face, causing her to fall off the van.
"You're welcome," Daniel says as he leaves.
I pay him no mind, I only focus on getting out of this place. I drive through the parking lot, and once I get to the exit, a huge mass of people are blocking my way. I honk my horn and yell out the window. They all stop, and at the same time turn to stare at me. Aw shit…it's more of them. Too many to just drive through.
They just stare at me for a few moments, their unnatural paleness highlighted by the headlights.
Then they start moving towards me, towards the van, climbing on one another trying to get to us.
Shit.
Author's Note: Sorry, this chapter's probably really sucky, there's not a lot of action in it, I'm sorry. But I'm working on it!