Up ahead was a rest-stop, a place with power to charge his cell-phone or at least a landline from where he could call home and see if his family was safe for now. He pulled his truck up beside it and hopped-out, barely registering that several others were already desperately huddling there for shelter. A light-haired woman with some sort of drifter he was pretty sure he'd seen stab a man through the skull earlier, and two little girls that looked like sisters.

After getting no signal on the cell-phone, and a busy-signal on the office-phone in back, he finally noticed he had the only working vehicle at this stop.

As much as he wanted to save his family, they were likely dead, and going into town for them would just get himself killed as well. These people were alive, but had no means of escape.

He decided to start with the oldest-looking people and work his way down the ages, starting with the woman:

"Um, hello? My name is Anderson. Wayne Wilson Anderson. Are you waiting for someone?"

((Note: Wayne was trying to get *into* town despite quarantine, so he was caught on the other side of the roadblock))