Atop the wing of the other guard plane, Nick Tanner's unconscious form drowsed in a portable chair, complete with a ratty old sun umbrella, with a hunting rifle across his lap. The young, not unattractive man with his messy, brown hair and scruffy clothing had been posted on guard duty for the night, but had fallen asleep in a drunken stupour. Several Empty bottles lay strewn around him, as he dreamed of the past.<br/><br/>Tanner had been living with his sister when the outbreak happened, and so he dreamed of one night with his sister and her friends, when the outbreak had come to their door. His sister and her friends were having a private party in the small apartment, and were all fairly drunk, though Tanner was almost sober. They tormented him with a bottle of vodka, giving him small shots, but only when he carried out tasks they assigned him, which was his sisters favourite game to play with him and her friends. He had already humiliated himself that night, for the promise of a few shots of vodka, but the game was not over yet.<br/><br/>Two of the girls were debating what to have him do next, when something on the television caught his eye- a headline stating "outbreak". Scenes of unusual violence were playing out on the screen, and a moment later, one of the arguing girls was at the others throat, completely crazed. The outbreak had come to their door.<br/><br/>Months after that incident, and Tanner was now living at the Boneyard with a group of other survivors. They too had realised how it was possible to coerce him with alcohol, but the night before he had found the stash, and had stolen away with several bottles when he went to guard duty. Now that the sun had risen, he dozed lightly, yet to be awakened.