Micah
He woke with a start, nearly flinging himself off the bed to grab the flask he kept on his nightstand, and took a long drink, the everclear quickly drained and he sat, almost completely still, after a minute or two he felt the Alcohol kick in, and he slowly loosened his death-grip on the sheets of his bed. 

"Another nightmare."

He murmered to himself, standing up and getting dressed, before refilling his flask with the milk jug of liquor he always kept in his room. He took another swig before slipping the flask into his pocket and walking downstairs, entering the cafeteria.