Somewhere in Arizona. Oatman, I think. Shaky and exhausted.
I had to get off of I-40 because of the pile-up...and the....zombies.
I'm still having trouble wrapping my brain around that word.
I'd planned to head to Flagstaff to spend the night, so I called my usual Hotel.
I called another hotel. No answer there, either. I called another and I got a "line dead" signal.
As I approached the town I was flagged down and told to pull over. A Sergeant asked me… Continue