One year later

Chapter Six

I opened my eyes and was back in my old bedroom...
Had I dreamt the whole apocolypse?
No, that wasn't possible...was it? I looked around the room. My horse clock was still hanging on the wall, my door still had the word clementine written on it in different letters, the old wooden wardrobe standing in the corner, my bookshelves...it was all there. This was definetley my room. My mother came in, carrying a tray of blueberry pancakes.
"Goodmorning sweetie, I hope you slept well," She said to me.
"Wha...But I thought you guys were...never mind," I said, confused. My mother laughed.
"Here honey, eat your pancakes while they're still hot."
I bit into one. The warm sweetness of the pancake and blueberries made me realise that I couldn't be dreaming...could I? You can't taste in a dream...
"Oh, by the way Clem," my mother spoke as I continued chewing.
"Me and daddy are going to Savannah for a couple days, and Sandra is going to be looking after you."
I ripped back the covers and began backing off towards the corner of the room.
"N...no, you c...can't!" I stuttered.
"Bye Clementine, baby, we love you!" My mother said cheerily as she left the room, slamming the door behind her.
I woke with a jerk, tears streaming down my cheeks. Just a bad dream, just a nightmare...
Except this was the real bad dream. The nightmare that I could never wake up from...
I heard a noise. Someone, something, was hitting against the side of the rv. I crept towards the sound, gripping my hatchet warily. I opened the door a crack and cautiously looked out.
It was a tree branch.
I laughed shakily and pushed the door open.
A walker lunged at me, baring long yellow teeth menacingly. I yelped and shoved it back outside, jumping down from the rv. The walker got up and tried to grab my leg, but I kicked out and managed to fend it off. As it ran towards me for the third time, I swung my hatchet, causing it to fall down. I then finished it off, before going back inside, closing the door and sitting in the middle of the floor, clutching my knees to my chest.
This wasn't turning out to be such a great day...