After the death of the great Tommy Oliver, his nephew traveled the open road to grieve the lost of his Uncle, Best Friend and Mentor. As he traveled along a lonely desert road, a vortex opens up and ends up in a world where anthropomorphic animals a...
Along a lonely stretch of road in the desert, a man on a motorcycle rode as dusk was beginning to set. With only the headlights of his motorcycle along with the remaining sunlight of the desert sky lighting the way. He noticed something glowing in the distance.
As the biker got closer he noticed it was a gas station, diner and motel. Just in time to as the needle was about to point to the 'E' on the fuel gauge.
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Once the biker parked his ride in front of the two pumps, he got off it and went inside the gas station. Once the biker entered he was greeted by a kindly old man in his late sixties of asian descent with long gray hair he had in a bun and a beard pointy enough to stab someone. He wore a green polo shirt and gray pants.
"Good evening." The biker said to the old man.
"Evening to you." The man replied with a smile.
"Filler up on 91 octane please?" The biker asked.
The gas station clerk looked over the biker's shoulder and saw his ride. It happened to be a '91 Harley Davidson Fat Boy.
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"That's a nice bike you have." the clerk complimented.
"Thanks." The biker responded as he went out to fill up his motorcycle.
While the biker was filling up his gas tank, he noticed clouds were beginning to form along with a low rumble of thunder. The biker finished pumping gas and went inside to pay for the gas.
"That'll be twenty-seven dollars and forty-nine cents." The clerk said.
"By the way, do you know how far the next town is?" The biker asked while pulling three ten dollar bills from his wallet and paying the clerk.
"It's about ten miles." The clerk answered as he was ringing up change.
The biker pulled out his cell phone and checked the time that it was 8:30 at night along with a roll of thunder except it was closer. The biker let out a sigh of defeat.
"You're welcome to stay the night if you want. I wouldn't recommend driving in the desert at night and during a storm." The clerk offered.
