What the Hell had he been thinking?!  He awoke with a start, his head fit to burst from the night at the bar he had pulled after crashing yet again.  It was either beat the shit out of someone or drink until he dropped when he cracked from under his defensive shell, and by the look of things he had drank until he couldn't remember the pain anymore.  He really needed to stop that or he'd end up dead in an alley someday, or worse.  Rubbing his head and pulling out a few Aspirin from a side pocket, Zachery Smith tossed them down without so much as a thought to the ordeal, grimacing at the taste as he dry swallowed them.  25 and he was an old pro to the bar scene it seemed, another indicator he needed help.<br/><br/>Slowly getting up from the bar in what he thought was the Medical Naval Base back in his home town, Zachery sighed and wondered where everyone was since the place was deserted.  It felt like there was an oppressive blanket or something of the like all over the place that made even the sound of his shoes on the hardwood floors seem muffled and dead to his ears.  More like he was just unused to waking up in front of a bar with his head about ready to burst into so much gray matter.  Leaving a twenty on the wooden bar before him, Zach sighed and turned towards the door, seeing a fog had rolled in but that didn't really seem all that strange to him as he walked out, and turned right back around when he remembered he had left his wallet behind.  Picking it up and feeling something under his brown leather shoe on the right side, he bent down and picked up a Tarot card from the look of it.  What in the world?  "Hermit?"  O...k, this was weird.  Still, something told Zachery it would be important, and so he pocketed the card, putting it beside his ID and driver's license before putting the whole bundle into a back jeans pocket.  Time to find out if he could put the pieces of last night together or not.