AND NATHAN AWOKE! Though all of his companions were already interacting with each other and going about their daily tasks, he had spent his morning sleeping in a camping chair just outside the RV, having kept watch during the night and falling asleep at around five in the morning. In his left hand was his shotgun, which was lying down on his lap, the barrel pointing to his right. Strangely, the apocalypse hadn't affected his mental state too bad, no no, 'Nam had already done that... Was he in the Vietnam War? See, this is what schizophrenia does.

Oh well. With a sigh, he stood up from the chair, putting his shotgun down in it, and walked into the RV. He took a half empty plastic bottle of water, labeled 'Nate', and drank from it, before grabbing a sandwich that was covered in a paper wrapping that also said 'Nate'. He unwrapped it, put the water back, then shut the fridge door and walked back outside with his sandwich. 'What a lovely way to wake up,' he thought to himself, 'in the middle of a zombie apocalypse with a bunch of kids who probably wouldn't even know the difference between a Glock and an M9 if it wasn't for me...'
He took a bite from his sandwich.
Holy fuck it's good.