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Tommy reaches the van first, grabbing the handles to the back doors and fumbling to pull them open.
"Hurry!"
"Im trying! They're stuck!-"
Wilbur catches up, grabbing the door and yanking on it with what little strength he has. It doesn't budge, the lock clicking on the other side.
"Fuck!" He glances behind him, the Bleeders are right there, reaching out. One of them only has one arm, still lurching for him with its bloody stump.
Fuckin gross-
"Go around- get the front door!" Wilbur shouts to Tommy, turning around and swinging his bat right into the closest bleeder- it catches it in the face, ripping it's jaw clean off. He has to hold back the urge to gag, stumbling back and raising the bat for another swing. The now jawless bleeder lunges forward- gets its arms around Wilburs middle and slams him into one of the doors of the van. There's a jolt of pain through his shoulder-
Fuck- fuck-
It leans forward, dripping blood and viscera from the gaping hole in its face. Wilbur reaches up, frantically pushing its head away and raising the bat again- only for the second bleeder to grab his arm, wrenching it towards its mouth. There's another sharp stab of pain in his shoulder as it's pulled on, and a scream tears itself from his throat.
"Tommy!" He's desperately trying to pry his arm away while pushing the other back. There's so much blood from the both of them- too much. He's fucked.
The back door of the van swings open and a hand reaches out, grabbing Wilbur by the back of the shirt and pulling him inside. Wilbur has to yank his arm away from one- kicking the other in the legs to get some distance. When he looks behind him he sees Tommy- eyes blown wide in terror as he looks between Wilbur and the bleeders. He grabs Wilbur under the arms, doing his best to hoist him backwards- into the van.
The one-armed one lurches again, but trips over the other, slamming down into the concrete in a mess of blood limbs. It gives Wilbur just enough time to scramble backwards as Tommy rushes forward, slamming the door closed.
Fuck-
Wilbur plops down on his back, shaking with adrenaline. He lets go of his bat and it rolls across the floor of the van, hitting the nearest wall with a soft thud.
"Wil- you alright?" Tommy stumbles over to Wilbur, plopping down on his knees and leaning over him with wide eyes. He's breathing heavy too, hands clenched in the fabric of his pants.
"Yeah I'm- just gimme a minute."
"You sure? They were-"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm okay- I'm good. Just...Was a bit scared for a second there." It's not a lie. Wilbur was about ready to shit himself. If Tommy had been any later-
"Thank you."
Tommy blinks, taken aback.
"Don't- don't mention it."
They sit in silence for a moment. Both just trying to catch their breath. Eventually, Tommy leans back, looking around.
"Now I don't wanna say I told you so-"
Wilbur barks out a laugh, rolling his eyes.
"It's a damn hotdog van- don't get too proud of yourself. Heads big enough-"
"This hotdog van saved your ass bitch."
Wilbur just scoffs, finally moving to push himself off the ground-
Something is very wrong.
His vision goes white as his arm explodes in pain and the last thing he hears Tommy is shout as he loses consciousness.
Great- I'm going to die in a damn Hotdog van.