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

CM Punk's POV

Phil woke up to bright sunlight shining in his eyes. He peered out the window and noticed that, for the first time that they've been out there, it had stopped raining! Warm, dazzling sunlight bathed the forest floor and dried up some of the smaller puddles. He pulled Chris closer to him and sighed peacefully. Chris woke up at the movement and cursed the light in his eyes.

"Fucking bright as shit … hey! It's not raining!" he observed, sitting up straight in his seat. Phil chuckled and mussed his hair some.

"Nice observation skills. And for our next lesson, class, we'll be learning about primary and secondary colors," Phil teased, earning a sarcastic scoff from Chris.

"I just woke up, okay? Leave me alone."

"Why would I leave you alone?" he murmured to the older man. "I want to be by your side. You're sort of humorous."

Chris snorted once. "Sort of? Little boy, you haven't seen anything if you think I'm sort of humorous."

"Don't call me that," Phil warned lightly. "Call me Punk or call me nothing at all. And I'm most certainly not a little boy."

"Whatever you say, 'Nothing At All'," Chris said with a smirk. Phil rolled his eyes, amused.

"Are you feeling better?" Phil asked, changing his tone. "I don't want to feel better if you're not feeling better as well."

"Just a crusty nose," Chris said. "And a little worn-out. But otherwise I'm feeling better. You?"

Phil nodded. "I feel like my old self again."

He looked up when he noticed Sheamus standing above him. "Morning, fellas. I'm off with Randy and Cody to get some water. Feeling better?"

"Yes, thanks," Phil spoke.

"Alright," the Irish man sighed contentedly. He stretched briefly. "Maybe later we can bring you outside for a few minutes to walk around, stretch those legs, and soak up some sunlight. It would do you both some good. In fact, it'd do everyone some good."

"That does sound like a nice idea," Phil agreed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Be careful. Danger still lurks out there."

"Oh, I know," Sheamus assured him. "Randy, Cody, let's go!"

As the three men left the bus, everyone else started to stir from their sleep. Letting his mind cloud over, he thought back to the note he found in Herbert's wallet. It said something about how things would happen that nobody would suspect. He scoffed at the idea. Of course nobody would suspect getting lost in the middle of freaking nowhere, having to witness a heart attack, and watch as seemingly heterosexual men fell for each other. With that last thought, he looked around at Miz and Zack, who were holding each other in their semi-sleeping states, and then at himself and Chris. He smiled, and thought about the newly-formed strong friendships that were made as well. Sheamus and Christian had become really close, as well as Randy and Cody. Maybe Herbert was some sort of psychic. But he could have just as easily been some freak that had a dream that just so happened to come true.

Lost in reverie, he jumped when Sheamus, Randy, and Cody returned with a shitload of fresh water. Christian gave him a pat on the back and side-stepped the group to make his way out of the bus with Kane. Kane being the only one who could catch an animal, and Christian the only one to find edible vegetation, the two were probably leaving to get some food. His stomach growled loudly in response.

"Good luck!" he called to the two men. Christian gave him a quick wave before bouncing off the bus. Sheamus had Randy and Cody lug the water to the back of the bus while he walked over to Phil.

"Why don't you two start standing up and stretching your legs? When Christian and Kane get back, I'm gonna take you two outside for a few minutes."

Phil imagined the sun shining on and warming his back. He arched his back and stretched his arms above his head. "Alright. Thanks, Sheamus."

As the Irish man walked away, Phil prodded Chris' side. "Ouch! What do you want?"

"Didn't you hear him, nimrod?" Phil smirked. "We're going outside soon."

Phil helped Chris to his feet. Not being used to standing up for a while, Phil felt himself get really dizzy.

"I feel like I'm in a tunnel," he muttered, shutting his eyes tightly and holding onto the back of the seat for support. He felt Chris' hand on his arm as he rode out the dizziness. "You okay?"

He nodded; just a bit of dizziness. "My legs feel like Jell-O."

"Mine feel like a sea serpent."

He gave the blond a weird look. "How in the fuck does that happen?"

Chris snorted. "Sea serpents are all long and wiggly. That's what my legs feel like."

"If you say so," he murmured, a smile stretching across his face.

They didn't have to wait too long for Kane and Christian to return.

"No animals running about," Kane said apologetically. "But Christian managed to find some roots, nuts, and berries."

"And lots of them!" Christian announced, bringing forth a t-shirt filled with vegetation. A loud cheer passed through the men when they saw the food, and Christian broke out into a smile.

"Nice work, Christian!" Sheamus praised, giving the small man a pat on the back. "Divvy that up while I bring Beavis and Butthead out to get some fresh air."

"I call being Beavis!" Chris shouted, pushing Phil into the aisle.

"Well, no shit, you are the blond one," he teased. "And rightfully so."

"Just get on with it!" Chris said amidst laughter. "The sun is callin' my name!"

Phil let Chris push him down the aisle with a smirk plastered on his face. This time Monday afternoon, he would have killed Chris for even coming near him. My, how things change!

The first of the sun's rays hit him on his chest. Soon, his entire body burned, but in a nice, comfortable way, from the sun. Screwing his eyes shut, he lifted his face upwards and soaked in as much of it as he could. "It feels so nice!"

"Walk around a bit, then," Sheamus encouraged, waving his hands in the air a bit to emphasize his point. Phil grabbed Chris' hand in his and walked circles with the older man. He broke off from him and started to skip about, genuine laughter pouring from his soul. He felt rejuvenated.

After quite a few minutes of walking around and feeling the sun graze his tattooed skin, he knew Sheamus would start to lead them back into the bus at any time. Sure enough, he did.

"Come on, you two. I want to get Zack and Miz out here for a few minutes, too. I'm sure Christian has left you two some food…"

If he was going to continue speaking, Phil wouldn't have heard a single word of it. At the slight mention of food, his stomach growled again and he bounded up the stairs and to his seat. He waited for Chris to catch up with him so he could take the inside seat. Phil knew how much Chris liked that seat, even before all of this happened. He would always hog it.

"Hungry?" Christian taunted playfully, holding food up out of arms reach. He finally poured even portions into the men's waiting hands and walked off as they dug in. With berry juice trickling down his chin, Phil leaned back and wrapped an arm around Chris' neck.

Christian's POV

By 5:30 pm, the sky filled with clouds once more and a torrential storm started. Thunder shook the ground and lightning pierced the sky all while rain pounded down in every different direction. Christian, who had been pacing the aisle of the bus, now sat back down in his seat, watching as the sky lit up spasmodically and thunder cracked in the air. The sun hadn't been out more than ten hours and already the fucking rain was starting up again!

"I hope Alberto and Sandusky aren't stuck in this storm," Jericho piped up from his seat. Christian's face broke out in a smirk at the same time a mild clap of thunder roared. Ever since Y2J's return a few years back where he cut the promo declaring "Me want title match", he frequently referred to Santino as Sandusky. "It looks brutal out there."

"If those two are doing anything, I hope they fucking found someone to save us," Randy growled.

"I'm sure they're working on it, fella," Sheamus piped up from a few seats in front of Christian. "Alberto isn't as stupid as he seems. As for Santino, I can't quite say the same…"

A few snickers sounded as a response to the Irish man. A loud whine came from Cody.

"I'm bored!"

"Here, go outside with this," Randy handed a piece of metal to the young man, "and run around until it lights up."

Cody shrugged his shoulders and got out of his seat, holding the piece of metal. What a fucking idiot! Christian threw his arm across the aisle to stop Cody from advancing. "Don't actually do it, dumbass. You'll die."

Cody dropped the item on the floor and whipped his head back to the Viper, who had a smirk on his face in place of the permanent snarl. "You were going to do it, too. You're so dumb."

"That was not nice," Cody said, waving his finger at Randy. "I could have died!"

"Not before the rest of us got to witness a light show," Randy joked. Laughter erupted from the men.

Grunting, Cody slumped back down in his seat and crossed his arms, trying to pretend the deep blush spreading across his face wasn't there. Christian looked at the clock to find half an hour had passed, and it was already 6 pm. "Thursday is almost over, guys," he announced to the bus. A few groans passed through the men. He sat back in his seat and shut his eyes. He sent hopes and prayers out that someone, anyone, would come across Alberto and Santino so they could be saved from this hell hole. No man or woman was made to live out in a fucking bus for any length of time!

Big Show had been resting in his seat when all of a sudden he rose to his full height and growled, "Everyone shut the hell up! I think I hear something."

Silence fell, and the only noise that could be heard was the rain, wind, and thunder. No noise came from underneath those roaring noises.

"I swear to god I fucking heard what sounded like screaming or something," Show murmured, still straining his ears to listen. Christian watched as the giant pressed his ear against the window and remained still. After a few moments, however, he pulled away from the window and gave a grunt. "I'm not kidding; I heard a scream."

"I'm sure you did," Christian assured him. "Unfortunately, it was probably just one scream or something. And it could have been an animal or something. All I know is we're staying here."

All men sat on edge for the rest of the night in fear of whatever Big Show heard screaming. Eventually, though, their fear exhausted them to sleep. Christian remained awake to keep watch for the first half of the night. Nothing eventful happened by the time he woke Kane up to take the second shift. He fell asleep with a feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was still off kilter.

A/N: lol, I love making Cody so stupid! c: Hope you enjoyed! Please Review!