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

A startled yelp came from the front of the bus. Sheamus opened his eyes quickly and was immediately awoken from his nap.

"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!"

Miz and Cody hopped around at the front of the bus, terror in their wide eyes. Those damn men claimed to be tough, but for such "tough men", they easily turned into pussies.

"What the fuck is the matter?" Sheamus spoke, his voice still groggy from sleep. He made his way to the front of the bus and looked to where the two men pointed. He felt his stomach drop to his toes when he saw what alarmed the men.

"What in Jesus' fucking name is this?" He shrieked, terrified. Earlier, Big Show and Kane had lifted Herbert and dumped him in the woods, far away from the bus. His body now lay in front of the double doors covered in blood, with "YOUR NOT ALONE" etched into his round abdomen messily.

"What … The … FUCK!"

"What in the hell is the problem?" Randy screeched from the back of the bus. Sheamus shot his eyes towards the Viper.

"What the hell's the problem, fella? Come take a fucking look."

Randy bounded up the aisle and turned to look at what frightened the men so badly. Everyone else on the bus watched as Randy's face turned white and he started sputtering for words.

"W-Wha-What i-is that su-supposed to m-mean?" Randy's voice shook violently as he started to fall backwards. Sheamus caught him and steadied him to his feet.

"What the hell is it?" Cena called from a few seats back.

"I'll tell 'ya what it is," Sheamus murmured slowly, a giant lump of fear settled in his throat. "It's Herbert's body and a cryptic message carved into his mother fuckin' stomach!"

"What's it say?" the Doctor of Thuganomics whispered, shrinking back in his seat slowly.

"YOUR NOT ALONE."

The faces of all the men on the bus went blank with fear. Despite how absolutely terrified he was, Sheamus managed to get a grip for the sakes of the other men. He started with Cody and Miz, who were sitting on the ground clutching each other and sobbing their eyes out.

"Alright, alright, you're safe with us, guys, okay?" he murmured soothingly, helping them to their feet and to adjacent seats. Afterward, he went back for Randy, whom was paralyzed with fear, and brought him back to his seat at the back.

"Everyone just take a deep breath for me, okay? Just in, and slowly let it out."

He waited until everybody managed to let out a very shaky breath. "Good. We can't know for certain if this isn't some type of hoax or prank. Hell, Herbert was gone a while, he could have got cell service somewhere and called some buddies to scare the piss out of us. And if we're on the bus together, we're safe, remember? The driver's seat door is locked, and the double doors only open if you really pry them apart from the outside. We'd hear if anyone was trying to get in. I say we just stay on the bus during the night like we have been doing, and not stray too far away from the bus, as well as never leave the bus without someone else. We need to remain calm."

"Fuck remaining calm!" Alberto Del Rio screeched, speaking up suddenly after having been so quiet throughout their abandonment. "I'm getting my ass off this bus and getting the hell out of here! Nobody is going to come for us, so I'm just gonna try my luck at finding our way back to civilization. Who's with me?"

Alberto stood at the front of the bus. After exchanging a few nervous glances, Santino was the only one who stood up and joined Alberto. "It's a'getting too a'much for me. I'ma have to go."

"Anyone else?" Alberto asked a last time. Nobody else got out of their seats. "Alright. Suit yourselves. When we get back to the normal world, we'll try to tell them where you are."

Those two idiots! There was no way they were going to last out in the wild for more than a few hours. Too cold, too wet, and perhaps even a sadistic, crazy killer in the depths of the woods, too! He couldn't stop the two men as they left the bus and hopped over Herbert's body. They at least had the courtesy to drag it to the foot of the woods before they set off, Alberto leading the Italian to parts unknown. He let out a sigh.

"Those two just kissed their lives away," he murmured. "At least they'll get far enough in the daylight that by the time night falls, they'll be killed close enough to civilization that someone will find their bodies."

He felt a hand slap across his shoulder blade. He whipped around and saw Christian standing behind him.

"Don't say shit like that!" he screeched. He watched the blond collapse in the middle of the aisle and start to rock back and forth slowly. "We can't live like this much longer."

Praying that Christian wouldn't have a psychotic break as well, Sheamus stepped over him and sat in his seat again. They really needed to get out of this mess somehow; yet with the threat of a supposed killer in the air, they couldn't do anything but sit on the bus and wait.

CM Punk's POV

Phil looked on as Christian started to roll around on the ground, mumbling incoherently, and Sheamus sat back down in his seat with desperation written all over his pale face. His own strength was coming back quite rapidly, and Chris was recovering speedily as well.

"Can you reiterate what's going on, Punk?" Chris asked, leaning his head back into Phil's chest to look him in the eyes. "I feel lost."

He sighed once. "Herbert had a heart attack and died. His body was found outside the bus with a cryptic message written into his fat belly. Miz, Zack, and Randy lost it when they saw the body. Alberto and Santino left the bus in hopes of finding civilization. There's a supposed killer on the loose, too, so no doubt Alberto and Santino won't make it far enough to find actual human beings. Christian's rocking on the floor, possibly having a meltdown, Sheamus is exhausted and fed up with being here, and the realization that we seriously can't live much longer like this has hit everyone like a brick."

"What are we going to do?" Chris asked Phil. His beautiful blue eyes were clouded with worry.

"I don't know, Chris," Phil told him honestly. "I really don't know."

A/N: Dun dun dunnnn. Hope you enjoyed & Please Review!
A quick shout-out to the wonderful Ryan Dunn, who passed away one year ago today. RIP, Random Hero.