Chapter 4: Enter Fin Shepard

The roar of the Sharknado echoed through the skies as Amity Island was shredded to pieces by the flying sharks, the town trapped in a whirlwind of chaos. Buildings lay in ruins, the streets were slick with blood, and the storm showed no signs of slowing down. In the middle of this hellscape, the people of Amity fought desperately for their lives.

But as bad as things were, they were about to get a hell of a lot weirder.

A beat-up pickup truck skidded to a stop in the middle of the chaos, its tires screeching on the slick pavement. The door swung open, and out stepped Fin Shepard—legendary Sharknado killer, storm-slayer, and all-around bad motherfucker. His face was hardened from years of surviving the impossible, his jaw clenched, and his eyes locked onto the Sharknado swirling above the town.

Fin took in the scene—sharks raining from the sky, bodies being torn apart, blood everywhere. To most people, this was the apocalypse. To Fin, it was just another day at the office.

"Shit, I've seen worse," he muttered under his breath, grabbing his signature chainsaw from the truck bed. The worn metal gleamed in the light of the storm, and Fin revved it up with one quick pull, the sound of the roaring engine cutting through the chaos.

He was here to do what he did best: kill some fucking sharks.

As he made his way through the town, slicing through a few unlucky airborne sharks that had strayed too close, Fin's path eventually crossed with Michael Brody, who was directing a group of survivors toward the marina. Michael, still rattled from the sheer insanity of Jaws fighting flying sharks, turned to see Fin approaching, the chainsaw resting on his shoulder like a battle-worn sword.

"You must be Michael," Fin said, wiping shark blood from his brow. "I'm Fin Shepard. Heard you've got a bit of a Sharknado problem."

Michael glanced at the carnage around them, then back at Fin. "No shit, Sherlock," he snapped, voice tight with frustration. "What gave it away? The flying sharks, or the fact that they're tearing this town apart?"

Fin smirked. "Trust me, kid. I've dealt with worse."

"Yeah, well, this isn't your typical Sharknado." Michael's face was grim. "There's something else going on here. Jaws—the Jaws—is back. He's out there in the water, and he's killing these airborne sharks left and right. But it's not enough. The storm's getting stronger, and Jaws alone won't stop it."

Fin's grin faded, replaced by a look of quiet seriousness. "So, what's your plan?"

Michael hesitated for a moment, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "We're trying to get the remaining survivors off the island, but there's no telling how long we've got before the Sharknado wipes us out completely. Jaws is keeping the sharks in the ocean in check, but the ones in the air… we need to find a way to stop the storm itself."

Fin shook his head. "That's not gonna work, kid. Trust me, I've been through this enough times to know that running isn't an option. If we don't take down that Sharknado, it's just gonna follow you, follow everyone, until there's nothing left. You've gotta hit it at the source. You need to destroy the storm."

Michael's eyes narrowed. "Destroy the storm? How the hell do you destroy a storm?"

"Simple," Fin said with a wry grin, lifting his chainsaw. "You go straight at it. Kill the sharks, weaken the storm. You've gotta go full-on offense, not defense."

Michael's frustration boiled over. "Are you fucking serious right now? That's your plan? Grab a chainsaw and hack the thing to death? We're talking about a Sharknado, not some freak storm you can just punch into submission!"

Fin's grin didn't falter. "Worked before."

Michael threw up his hands, incredulous. "This isn't a fucking' B movie, Fin! This is real. People are dying! We can't just charge in guns blazing like a couple of lunatics."

"Lunatics?" Fin's expression hardened. "Look around, kid. What do you think this is? You think running away is gonna save anyone? I've watched entire cities get wiped off the map because people hesitated. You hesitate, you die. That's the reality. You either fight, or you're shark food."

Michael stepped forward, meeting Fin's stare head-on. "This is my home. My family has already been torn apart by sharks once. I'm not about to let this town get destroyed again because some hotshot thinks he knows better."

Fin's grip tightened on the chainsaw. "Look, I get it. You've got history here. But I'm telling you—your way isn't gonna work. The longer you wait, the stronger that storm gets. We need to kill the sharks and get control of the situation before it's too late."

The two men stood face-to-face, the tension between them almost as palpable as the chaos around them. Neither one willing to back down, both convinced their way was the right way.

But before either could say another word, a deafening crash erupted from behind them. A massive great white—sucked straight from the Sharknado—smashed into a nearby building, its body tearing through the structure like a wrecking ball.

Michael turned to the destruction, his breath catching in his throat.

Fin didn't flinch. He revved the chainsaw again, the roar of the engine blending with the howling wind. "You coming, or are you just gonna stand there and argue while the town goes to shit?"

Michael clenched his fists, staring at the wreckage, then back at Fin. He didn't like it. He didn't like Fin. But he couldn't deny the guy had a point. They were running out of time, and the town was crumbling fast.

"Fine," Michael said, his voice low but resolute. "But we do this my way, too. We're saving as many people as we can while we fight."

Fin shrugged. "Suit yourself."

The two men turned toward the storm, ready for the fight of their lives—an unlikely team against an impossible enemy.

As another shark plummeted from the sky, Fin Shepard and Michael Brody rushed into the heart of the chaos, determined to take down the Sharknado—or die trying.

The storm continued its brutal assault on Amity Island, a swirling vortex of death spitting sharks in every direction. Buildings collapsed under the pressure, the streets were flooded, and the survivors who hadn't already fled were hunkered down, terrified of what would come next.

Michael Brody and Fin Shepard stood in the middle of it all, surrounded by chaos. Fin was ready to charge headfirst into the storm with his chainsaw, his go-to weapon for cutting through the madness. Michael, on the other hand, had other plans. He wasn't about to let Fin's reckless, cowboy attitude get everyone killed.

"We can't just run in there, guns blazing!" Michael yelled over the howling wind, wiping rain and blood from his face. "There's got to be a scientific solution to stop this. We need to weaken the storm, disrupt its formation somehow!"

Fin let out a bark of laughter, revving his chainsaw for emphasis. "You think we have time for science, kid? This isn't some lab experiment. You've got sharks dropping out of the sky, tearing people apart! The only way to stop this thing is to kill the damn sharks. You take them out, the storm dies with them. I've done this before."

Michael shook his head in disbelief. "This isn't one of your Sharknado fights, Fin! This is real. We need to figure out what's causing the storm in the first place—disrupt the conditions that are feeding it. I have data from NOAA; the temperature shifts and the air pressure—"

"Fuck your data!" Fin snapped, cutting him off. His eyes were blazing with intensity, frustration boiling over. "You can play scientist all you want, but while you're doing that, people are dying! You want to measure air pressure? Fine. Go ahead. But me? I'm gonna be out there killing sharks."

Michael's face twisted in anger. "Killing sharks isn't going to stop the storm, Fin! That's not how weather works! If we don't figure out how to disrupt the tornado's energy source, more sharks will just keep coming. We need to stop the storm, not just the sharks."

Fin stepped closer, practically nose-to-nose with Michael. "Listen, kid. I've seen people die because they thought they had time to 'figure shit out.' Newsflash: you don't. You don't have time. The storm's getting stronger by the second. If we don't start taking out those sharks, you're gonna be picking up pieces of this town by the end of the day."

Michael's jaw clenched. "My father died fighting a shark. He didn't have the luxury of brute force and chainsaws. He used his brain. He outsmarted that thing. That's how we survive. Not by turning this into a goddamn massacre."

Fin's eyes narrowed. "Maybe that worked back then, but this? This is a whole different kind of nightmare. You think you can outsmart a storm? Good luck. I'm going after the sharks."

Just as Fin turned to head toward the Sharknado, Michael grabbed his arm, spinning him around. "You're going to get people killed!"

Fin ripped his arm free. "I'm gonna save this town—again. If you want to sit around with your science experiments, be my guest. But I'm not waiting around for this thing to get worse."

"Fin—" Michael began, but his words were cut off as another shark came crashing down from the sky, smashing into the ground just a few feet away. It writhed on the pavement, its jaws snapping wildly at anything in range. Without missing a beat, Fin lunged forward, revving his chainsaw as he brought it down on the thrashing shark. Blood sprayed everywhere as the beast was torn apart under the saw's teeth.

Fin wiped shark guts off his face and turned back to Michael, eyes burning with intensity. "You were saying?"

Michael's fists clenched. He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears, his blood boiling at the sheer insanity of it all. The island was collapsing around them, and here he was, arguing with a man who treated this whole thing like some fucking action movie. But despite his frustration, Michael couldn't deny that the sharks were the immediate threat. The storm would be impossible to stop if the sharks kept coming, but there had to be a better way than going at it like a maniac with a chainsaw.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. "Alright, fine. We deal with the sharks. But we also work on stopping the storm. There's a way to disrupt its energy. If we can figure out where it's coming from, we can stop this thing for good."

Fin raised an eyebrow, lowering his chainsaw. "You got a plan?"

Michael hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. There's a research station on the outskirts of town. I've got equipment there that can analyze the storm's energy field. We need to figure out what's powering this Sharknado. If we can disrupt that, we can weaken it."

Fin eyed him for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine. We'll do it your way. But the second those sharks get too close, I'm taking them out. I'm not risking lives for your science fair project."

Michael glared at him, but didn't argue. "Just try not to get yourself killed in the process."

The tension between the two of them was thick enough to cut with a knife, but they had no choice. Like it or not, they were in this together.

As they headed toward the research station, the Sharknado continued to tear through Amity, flinging sharks from the sky like missiles. The wind howled, the ground shook, and the town was a war zone. Fin kept his chainsaw ready, cutting down any shark that got too close, while Michael focused on finding a way to save what was left of his home.

The stakes couldn't be higher, and the storm was only getting stronger.

Time was running out.