1 RNG: Texan In Another World - V1.1 - Crossing (1/2)

Mike had always been the type of guy to help his friends or family out. He had been running Cannabis across the State Border for years. Too many people he knew back home were Cancer Patients, and all of them needed access. Five years ago, Mike had won 10,000 dollars on a Scratch Off and he used the money to start selling Seeds and concentrates to people throughout Texas.

Once concentrates came into play, there was little plant matter remaining and he was able to transport so much more medicine at once.

The year was 2018, Life was quite the pickle for most Texas lawmakers after Colorado decided to Legalize Marijuana in 2013 and Mike had made enough money to save his family from the growing pile of medical bills for his Mothers Treatment. With his help she had taken on a diet of eating an entire gram of Concentrate a day. She was now in remission and the Doctors couldn't find traces of it.

Mike was pleased and was doing one final run. It wouldn't take long for Texas to legalize horticulture, every day that they spent debating to legalize was killing those it would help once it was finally established.. Additionally every other day they lost millions in revenue. With his Chevy pickup loaded down with concentrates, he started his drive down to Texas, making sure to take the route south.

The Raton Pass was always twisty and full of hills, sometimes construction to repair the roads would send you off in random directions through rural roads. The GPS in mikes truck was taking him all over the place to avoid the traffic jams ahead.

”Dammit, this traffic is really getting on my nerves.” Mike was annoyed.

He was speaking to his friend Tyler on the phone when he decided to leave the main surface roads and try the tunnel. A sign was posted for a detour, but Mike ignored it and drove through the warning signs. No one was around and it would take much more time, Mike just didn't want to hit any police on his way back home.

In Texas, if you were caught with Marijuana it was one thing, but a concentrate was worse. The cops in many non-legal states were still viciously treating people who used marijuana as a medicine. Mike was completely disinterested in ever going to jail, just who would take care of his mother if he was caught?

”Fucking phone....” Mike tapped on his Phone and lifted it out the window to see what was going on, his Phone had gone on the fritz.

”Please make the next legal U-Turn. Please make the next legal U-Turn.” The announcements kept ringing out and the Map went blank.

Mike pulled over and got out of the Truck. He had turned around so many times he didn't even know which was was North.

”Dammit, I can't lose service now... stupid Phone.”

Tapping his phone against his palm, Mike hoped he would regain his service but it didn't happen. When he raised his phone up again to see if maybe he could catch service, he thought of something else and stood on his truck.

”This might work.”

Standing on the roof of his truck holding his phone up for service, Mike was suddenly under attack by a Large Bird. It looked like a turkey, but he couldn't tell. It knocked the phone from his hand, dropping it from a great height.

”Son of a bitch! Why is my luck so terrible today”

Mike picked up his broken Phone and rushed back to his Truck.

”Goddamn Bird, where the hell did it come from?” Exclaiming loudly in the confines of his Truck, Mike felt a searing pain coming from his Forearm.

Mike looked at his arm and saw a claw mark, the blood was not going to stop without a tourniquet. Tearing some of his shirt off and tying it around him tightly, Mike cut off the blood flow. He wasn't sure where he was, but he had to get out of the area and get to a Hospital after dropping off his Truck.

Whipping the Truck into reverse, Mike tried to find his way back to the main roads, but in Texas many deserted Highways still existed. The Roads were starting to get wet with all the rain lately the ditches had swelled up and take out a few low bridges. Mike turned on his high beams and drove down dirt road after dirt road, but he still couldn't find anything that looked like a house or gas station.

A few times he came to a dead end, and eventually no matter how many times he turned around he kept finding dead ends. Mike stopped the truck and took a dab to calm down. He was lost, he had a bunch of contraband on him and he was running short on gas.

An hour passed by while Mike thought about what to do. He could abandon the truck and reappear later claiming it was stolen or, he try finding his way out. Mike wasn't rich and he loved his Pickup. That old C-10 square-body Truck had left him happy for a number of years.

”Fuckit.”

Mike started the truck and began turning around but slammed on the brakes immediately.

”I must be high.”

Mike didn't see any road ahead, the Sun was in his eyes while he was turning the Truck around but that wouldn't leave him without a road.

”Where the fuck is the Road!”

Everything around Mike had changed. Thinking about it, Mike could only exclaim further.

”There is no sunlight after dark.... What the fuck was that light.”

Mike put the Truck in park and got out. When he stepped down from the Cab, the soil was soft and loamy. It had clearly never been driven on and The Headlights only showed trees surrounding them. There was a tree behind the truck, pinning it in place.

Thinking that he had driven off a cliff then survived miraculously with his truck in tact as well, Mike was elated.

Random thoughts kept creeping into his mind.

'Am I dead?'

'How the fuck am I going to cut down these trees?'

'Where in the hell am I?'

Quickly gathering his things, Mike yelled out in grief while he packed his backpack.

He only had some concentrate, his pipe, a torch, a few cans of butane and the seed packs. The Bottle of water he was drinking was long since gone. Thankfully he didn't throw it out the window in frustration. When the sun rose in the morning, he got out of his truck again and started walking east.

”I should eventually find a road, even the longest swath of land in Texas is about the size of a county..” Mike was hungry, thirsty and eager to get laid.

Tramping through the forest like brush, he started to see trees he couldn't identify before he eventually found something he couldn't dismiss. In front of him as he was walking was a 1,000 foot chasm.

”There was nothing like this in Geography class” Mike took a step back.

The cliff-side was fed by a slope that he was standing on. The gravel under his feet felt like they could slip at any moment and Mike was terrified. Pulling himself up the slope again to gain some distance between him and the impending fall, Mike took a deep breath and turned over to look at the sky.

In the distance he could see what looked like a dog in the sky, but as it drew closer he noticed it was rather large and more importantly someone was riding it.

Mike rubbed his eyes, before questioning his sanity.

”I'm delirious from dehydration?.. but its been less than a day.”

The sight of the flying Dog was not the only thing that surprised him. The Rider, was not Human.

Swooping down from the sky, the Beast nearly caused Mike to fall back down the slope when it came near him during its descent.

”Who are you?” The Rider asked with a dignified voice.

He stared at mike with intending eyes and brandished a weapon, it looked like sword but was shaped more like a hook.

”I'll ask you one last time, Who are you?” Raising his voice the Rider bellowed one last time.

”Mike, My name is Mike. What the hell are you? I'm a human” Mike quietly responded

Mike tried to reconcile in his heart that he was dreaming but the details were just too great.