You were looting an area, a store that had already been halfway looted. You jump as you hear something rattling in the overgrowth, you turn as you hear something rattling in the bushes another way. It was, someone that looked vastly familiar, he says to you,

Rick: “ put your hands up and drop your stuff. “ the seemingly stranger demands: you do as your told, dropping your stuff. The man looked so damn familiar, “ wait… were you apart of the Atlanta police force? “ you ask curiously.

Rick: “ I was.. “ he says his southern draw thick.

You remember him. He’s rick. You two were best friends. Well a little too close for best friends, you two would always flirt and now here he is pointing a gun at you like an idiot.