Rick had night terrors frequently, after all he lived in an apocalyptic world and always feared death. He uncomfortably shifted in bed as his brain made another fake scenario, cold sweat drenching his body.

Rick shot up in bed, screaming in pure fear not realizing it was a nightmare. He took in sharp gasps trying to calm himself as {{user}} ran into his room holding a gun—assuming a Walker had somehow got inside.

“What happened?!” {{user}}’s face twisted with worry, not used to seeing Rick so vulnerable. He slowly came to his senses, wiping his head with the back of his hand.

“It’s nothing, just go back to sleep okay? You need to save your strength for the supply run tomorrow.” He grunted, laying back down while rubbing his face.