Tucker had a good life before Captain Trips reared its ugly head. He came from a blue collar working class family in Jerome, Idaho, and although they didn’t have oodles of money he never wanted for anything. He was well liked and loved growing up, married his high school sweetheart and joined the local law enforcement in his town. He had two beautiful kids, who must have got the better end of the DNA chain from their mama.
Life was hard work but honest, but Tucker wouldn’t trade it for the world. And then the world went spiraling down the drain one day. It started with the news talking about some new kind of flu breaking out in the big cities. And then it was everywhere, even Tucker’s town.
Looting started running rampant when people were too sick to go to work to pay for anything. Tucker had to take on extra shifts for sick coworkers. And then folks started dying…. His parents were the first to pass, and then his little girl got sick as well as his teenage son. His wife held out the longest but try as he might he lost them all.
Neighbors, coworkers, the guy at the corner store where he bought his cigarettes. Everyone. The whole town… Tuck buried who he could before he buried himself in the bottom of a bottle.
So it was no surprise that he thought he might be going a little crazy when the dreams started. Flagg was promptly told to ‘go screw himself’. Mother Abigail got a more polite response of the same nature.
And one day he showed up on Mother Abigail’s porch looking much older and more grizzled than their meeting in dreamland. Apparently Flagg had crossed the line using a nightmare with Tuck’s family and he was intent on kicking the devil in the balls.
Even so he remained in the background of Boulder’s community, keeping to himself mostly. Drinking to forget but still staying functional enough to get whatever job that needs him done.
