5 Puddled People
Tom sat back down into the driver’s seat of the RV. He had been parked at the rest stop for about an hour now, trying to figure out exactly what had happened to the world. After driving down Interstate 10 and failing to find any sign of San Antonio or anyone who knew where it was, or even that it existed, he reached the ramp to Interstate 35, which should go to Dallas. It should, but once again, the signage did not mention Austin or Dallas or Ft. Worth or any other city that Tom knew lay on that route. The signs declared the existence of Mildew, and Norfed, and Deadhead, and other cities that Tom had never heard of, and these cities were not on his maps.
Tom had also heard from a fellow Rest-stopper that crossing into Mexico was a very bad idea nowadays. Apparently, the
