Disclaimer: Do I even need to type this out at this point? I mean, I won't be owning the WWE any time soon.
Dolph woke with a start in the middle of the night. He wasn't entirely sure why, however. It was still raining, even though the lightning and thunder appeared to have moved on. Looking around at the other slumbering Superstars, he did notice that one thing was different: Bray, Luke, and Erick were all missing.
Creeping carefully to the edge of their temporary shelter, Dolph searched for the three absent Superstars. Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain. Retreating beneath the overhang, he gently shook Bo awake. "Where is your brother?" he asked him.
"I don't know," Bo replied, rubbing his eyes drowsily. "He has to be somewhere."
A few moments later, Dolph decided he was going to keep watch for the three. He seated himself a short distance from the edge of the overhang. Two or three hours later, just as he was beginning to doze off again, the missing trio returned. "Where have you guys been?" he questioned, snapping awake.
"Perhaps you didn't hear what I said last night," Bray explained. "We should move shelters every so often. We were just scouting out a new location."
"In the middle of the night?" Dolph enquired suspiciously.
"What's the big idea?" Sheamus grumbled, glaring sleepily at the culprits.
"These clowns decided that now would be a good time to scout out some new locations for shelter," Dolph explained heatedly.
"Look," Bray snapped, "If you want to go back to the village and get killed at the earliest convenience, be my guest. We are trying to keep you alive."
"By sneaking out in the middle of the night; I get it," Dolph added flatly. "If we're going to stay alive, we should stick together."
"Quiet down," Roman growled suddenly. "With all your arguing, you're going to wake up every living thing on this island." He turned to Bray and added, "Dolph is right, though. We need to stick together, no matter how dangerous it may seem to you."
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Some hours later, the news that the Wyatt Family had snuck out the previous night had gotten around the group of Superstars. Unfortunately, a split began to show within the group, with some actually siding with the infamous Family.
"They're just looking out for us," Seth reasoned, glaring at those that had sided with Dolph. "If we stick with them, we will survive. What does Dolph know about staying alive in situations like this?"
"Sticking together is our best bet," Rob snapped back. "It's gotten us safely this far. Why change our tactics?"
"Besides, Seth," Dean added, "This is a bit off topic, but your leg healed awfully fast, didn't it?"
"It turned out not to be actually broken," Seth began to explain.
"So you were faking it!" Dean shouted suddenly, cutting off the former member of the Shield.
"Dean," Roman warned.
"Look, he was faking an injury and disappeared for a few days," Dean reasoned heatedly. "Wouldn't you think he's hiding something?"
"I know you're still mad about what happened a few months ago," Roman pointed out. "That is no reason to put all the blame on him. He was in the crash too, remember? We both know he wouldn't do that to himself." Dean snorted indignantly, but said nothing more.
Seth shook his head in mock pity. "This will never work," he remarked to Bray. "We should leave them. We'll be better off on our own."
Nodding in agreement, Bray called to those that had taken his side in the earlier argument, "Follow me. We're going to a new shelter in the forest." With those words, he began to lead his small group down the mountain.
"Fine!" Dean yelled after them. "Leave! We don't need you!" But the group kept walking.