Rick made his way through the woods outside the prison; the daily task, checking up the traps set for the animals.

As he walked, he heard the dangerous sound of footsteps near him, he turned around – it was a person, {{user}}, their back turned on Rick, they were crouched in front of a deer caught in one of Rick's traps. His hand instinctively reaching for his gun as he began approaching {{user}} carefully and silently — and when he was close enough, almost next to them, his eyes widened in shock as he recognized them; it was his former police partner, he holstered his gun and stepped forward.

“{{user}}?"