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

Christian's POV

"Those two have been sleeping for at least four hours now," Christian commented, leaning against the back of his seat to talk to the Celtic Warrior. The blond rubbed his tired eyes slowly and tried his best to ignore the loud rumbling coming from his stomach. Even though someone brought back another small animal and he brought back a plentiful amount of vegetation, his hunger still remained strong. I'm a wrestler, dammit, not a wilderness junkie! We can't live like this much longer!

"Let 'em sleep, fella," Sheamus spoke quietly. "Their bodies will fight infections while they rest."

"I know, Sheamus. It's just that we're not meant to be out here. Why can't somebody find us already? Didn't Laurinaitis even give a shit when none of us showed up to the house show?"

Christian hoped the pale man shared his concerns. He could bet that everyone shared his concerns, but to hear it from another man would be reassuring.

"I hear 'ya. Believe me, I do. But there's nothing we can do but make the best of our situation."

He let out a sigh. He knew Sheamus was right.

Underneath the sound of the rain, a knocking noise came from the double doors of the bus. Christian's eyes widened. Everyone else must have heard it, too, because silence fell over the men.

"I've got it," Sheamus whispered to all of the men. Christian watched as he grabbed a small flashlight and walked towards the front of the bus. He couldn't help but follow.

A sodden, dark figure stood outside, pounding desperately on the glass doors. The beam of light from the flashlight pierced the figures face. A familiar, chubby face stood outside in the pouring rain.

"Dude, it's Herbert!" Christian spoke quietly. In between Punk's periods of sleeping and being awake, he had explained about the driver booking it and leaving them stranded. "Do we open it?"

"Can we trust him?" Sheamus asked, taking a look at the skinny blond for a moment. Christian honestly shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't know, but we should at least let him in. This is his bus…" His voice trailed off as Sheamus kicked open the doors and the soaking wet man rushed up the stairs. He kept the ray of light on the man as he sputtered and shook water from his body.

"Please help me!" Herbert cried, breaking the quiet in the bus. "There's someone after me! He's – He's right out here! Not even a few hundred feet away!"

Christian watched Sheamus roll his eyes. Couldn't blame him; this dude had a psychotic break about his beloved bus and just left them. He was probably just hallucinating or something.

"Look, buddy, I-" Sheamus was cut off by a loud scream emitting from the rotund driver.

"Shut the door! Shut the fucking door!" Herbert shrieked madly, waving his hands in the air. Since it was letting rain and cold into the bus, Christian shut it anyway. That seemed to calm the freak somewhat as he gasped for air. He dropped to his knees and clutched at his chest frantically.

"Ah, it hurts! I think I'm having a heart attack!" he cried loudly, tears falling down his chubby cheeks. Christian couldn't help raising an eyebrow skeptically as he grasped at his chest and moaned out in apparent pain. This man clearly couldn't be trusted if he just went through a psychotic break. He was probably just imagining all of it.

"Hey, just take a deep breath and it's gonna be okay," Sheamus said, giving the man a slight pat on the back. However, his breathing turned into hyperventilation before he collapsed totally onto the ground. His breathing stopped, as did all other movement. What the hell?

"What in the hell…" Sheamus muttered, bending down to take the man's pulse. He screwed his eyes shut once before rising to his feet. "I think he really was having a heart attack, guys. He's dead."

A few gasps were heard across the bus. "Since nobody here knows CPR, and there's no way we can get him to a hospital afterwards anyway, I guess we can say he's a goner."

"What do we do with his body?" Cody's voice said from somewhere in the back of the bus.

"We could bury him out there, but I think the soil's too wet for that. We could put him somewhere in the woods, I guess."

"Well, I'd like to know what the fuck he meant about someone following him," Randy spoke. "If there is somebody out there, do you think they can get us out of here?"

"If there's somebody out there and they saw the bus, I'd think they'd come to the door for us. We can wait until it's bright to bring him into the woods and speculate about some mysterious person who was supposedly after Herbert."

"Is he going to smell until morning?"

"Hope not," Sheamus said, stepping over the large, lifeless body and back to his seat. Christian followed.

"What if he's contagious?" Cody worried. A loud hiss came from Randy.

"Dumbass, he had a fucking heart attack. You can't catch a heart attack."

"Well, what if you can?"

Christian started laughing loudly at Cody's blatant ignorance. "Go poke him, you dashing fellow, I dare you."

A humph came from the small man before he stopped talking. Christian stopped laughing and instead just smiled and shook his head slowly. Besides the death of the driver, the rest of the night went smoothly and the men had no trouble getting some rest.

A/N: Short chapter, sorry! The next one is longer, though. Hope you enjoyed. Please Review!
I should note that all of the chapters will be relatively short. I wrote the entire fic ahead of time, and am breaking it up into short chapters instead of just lumping it all into one big fic or a couple lengthy chapters.