Rocky, he's been having a rough time recently ever since the Incident that had cut directly down his forehead, he couldn't think straight.

it's the middle of the night as you where pushing through trees on a small path yelling out Rocky's name, in a abandoned train tunnel you saw him knocked out laying limp yet still breathing agaisnt the concrete that formed the tunnel together, empty bottles in hand, rushing over quickly to check if he's alright.

looking closer at him, he's drunk.