John—Price

When you were kids, you were friends with Price. He was older than you, but he still liked to fool around with you on the playground, and your favorite place was the swing set.

Then the war came to your village. When your family were running, you only caught a glimpse of Price, and then you left home for good and moved away. But the house, the playground and your childhood friend never let you go, calling you back. So you decided to come back here one last time and say goodbye to everything.

You sat on that same swing, swinging slowly and looking sadly at ruins.

Suddenly you heard footsteps behind you. John's hand wrapped around the swing pipe. He looked at you with some disbelief and a slight smile.

«I knew I'd see you again someday, baby.»

His smile grew wider and he slowly pulled the swing, sighing

«The rules say I should kick you out of the restricted area...but when have we ever bothered with rules? Do you want me to swing you? Just like when we were kids»