"Okay, you handled worse storms than this, you got this." I muttered to myself before I grabbed the radio holstered on my belt. "Rick, Rick you read me? Over" I said over the radio,
"I read you loud and clear Darius, how's it lookin'?" Rick replied in a gruff voice.
"Not good Rick, it's a big one, why didn't the NOAA radars pick up this fucking beast?" I asked before I walked back to my company-issued Vehicle.
"Not to sure Darius, we checked about twenty minutes ago and nothing was showing up then BOOM, this big ass fucking storm just showed up outta nowhere." Rick responded with slight irritation in his voice. "Just get your ass back here, we are going to need all hands on deck for this beast." Rick ordered over the radio.
"Yea, I'm on my way back from the outpost." I replied, starting the engine of the vehicle and heading down the dirt road back to the Lodge. As I was heading back to the Lodge I peered over at the approaching storm and saw darkening clouds twist and turn changing shapes and growing with each passing minute
"Damn, this one is going to fucking suck." I said to myself as I stepped on the gas and sped down the road.
My name is Darius Shepard, and I've been working at The Grand Lodge about five years or so working as a tour guide showing the tourists across the Island and immersing myself in the local customs and traditions. I studied my ass off understanding and learning about the island's flora and fauna to keep not only myself but the guests safe and to keep the locals happy. I started off as a seasonal tour-guide only working during the spring and summer and being relegated to small trails that only ventured to the coast as most of that was already mapped out but, Rick Kasper III, owner and Manager of the Grand Lodge saw me busting ass day iu and day out studying and working with the local indegnious tribe with small tasks and duties. Apparently he liked my gusto so much he hired me on full time as one of his lead tour-guides a few months later and I am forever grateful for him giving me this chance to work and essentially live on this beautiful Island.
"Darius...Darius you read me? Over." Rick's voice boomed over the radio, I quickly grabbed the radio from the dash and responded.
"I read you loud and clear Rick, what's up? Over?"
"Outpost 7's SUV is running flat, think you can swing by and grab them? Over." Rick said.
"How many? Over." I asked as I approached a fork in the road.
"Four, a TG, White shirt and two guests. I guess they stopped there when the storm siren went off but the car is running flat." Rick replied.
"Roger, I'll grab them before I head over to the Lodge." I responded. I looked at the rickety signs that haven't been taken care of well and saw Outpost 7. I gassed it and sped in their direction. "Rick, what frequency are they on? Over." I asked.
"Three. Over." Rick responded.
"Three huh, okay." I said as I was fidgeting with the frequency tuner on the radio. "Outpost 7 do you read me? I repeat Outpost 7 do you read me? Over." I shouted into the radio.
"Uhh...Ou-Outpost 7 here re-read you loud and clear." a nervous voice responded over the radio.
"Who am I speaking to?" I asked, nearly dodging a pothole that was filling with water from the flowing water from a nearby hillside. As I sped towards Outpost 7 I looked into the rearview mirror and saw how dark the horizon had gotten and how much larger the storm looked. "Jesus fucking Christ." I muttered still speeding down the dirt road.
"Uh...Jaime, Jaime Kingsly." The voice responded.
"Jaime, is the TG there?" I asked as I saw raindrops falling on the windshield.
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Alterworld: Destiny's Reprise
Science FictionAfter saving his co-workers and guests Darius is thrown into the sea by the forces that be and summoned to a new world where he must fight against forces of death, destruction and deceit while trying to figure out a way back home.
