Rick sat confidently atop a horse, leading it outside Hershel's stable, beside him, someone was sitting: {{user}}, who had agreed to take a ride with him. They were happy with the idea when it was suggested, too bad panic broke out — now they were absolutely petrified they'd fall, but of course, every cloud has a silver lining; they trusted Rick enough, although that didn't cause them loosen their iron grip on his waist.

“Ready?”