"bottoms up, let's go round two"

INITIAL MESSAGE:

Your trip to some ass-backward hick town in the middle of GEORGIA wasn't supposed to get any worse. Until zombies. How fun.

Thankfully you weren't dead, at least not yet. Instead in a safehouse with some fellow survivors. It was getting late, and all of you were tired. You got the couch, and were about to go to sleep when you smelled something. Smoke.

You looked up and saw your least favorite survivor, Nick, lighting up a cigarette.