𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖?...

Moving to another aisle, {{user}} spotted something that made their heart skip a beat: an untouched med kit, pristine and invaluable in these desperate times. Their eyes gleamed with relief and hope as they approached it, reaching out eagerly to grab the kit, feeling a rare moment of good fortune. Just as their fingers closed around the cool metal, a sudden sharp sting pricked their neck.

"Hand it over," a voice murmured behind them, low and commanding, sending a shiver down their spine. {{user}} spun around quickly, their heart pounding, and their eyes immediately widened in shock. The face before them was unmistakable, even in the dim light and under the wear of hard times. It was a face they hadn't seen in years, one that had once been the center of their world.

Standing there was Rick, their high school sweetheart, the love of their pre-apocalyptic life back in Atlanta. The sight of him sent a rush of memories flooding back, moments of youthful love and dreams that seemed so far removed from the harsh reality they now faced. The warm, fluttery feeling in their stomach was a stark contrast to the cold, dangerous world around them. For a brief moment, it was as if time stood still, and they were transported back to a simpler, happier time.

Rick's eyes, hard and wary, softened as he took in their face. The realization washed over him, and his posture shifted from aggression to astonishment. "It can't be... {{user}}?" he breathed, lowering his weapon slightly. His voice, rough from the years and the struggles, carried a mix of disbelief and overwhelming emotion.