Jasper
The rain is coming down in sheets as the group of us sit in my truck, taking our morning break.
Weston groans. "This is when I hate working outside. This and when it's so fucking cold. People don't pay any attention to us, and I fear for my life."
One of our new guys, Peyton, gives him a glare. "Thanks, I wasn't fearing for my life until now."
The walkie talkie system we use to communicate with our other crews up and down the highway starts going off. "Shit, I bet there was a wreck." I reach down to turn it up so we can hear what's going on.
We've called police and EMS, a SUV lost control in the rain, slapped the concrete barrier we have set up and barrel rolled. We're trying to get to the driver. If anyone has crews available to help until the first responders get here, please send them.
I glance around at the men in the truck with me. "We might as well, right?"