In the Willows

Chapter Thirty-One: Void

Y/N's POV:

You're in a white void, blurred vision going in and out. You're comfortably warm not wanting to leave where you are. You can feel something in your hand, but you can't figure out what it is. It looks to be a figure holding your hand.

"Are you happy with your decision?" the figure says.

"C-Clementine?" you ask.

"You wanted her, more than you wanted me. That's what you said, isn't it?"

You feel her slip away. The warmth becoming more welcoming.

"Don't leave, please."

"It's what you wanted. You chose Cerise over me."

Another figure is seen in the distance slowly approaching.

"She abused you Y/N, told you lies and berated you. Did you forget that?"

"She didn't mean any of it. She's been through a lot."

"She never loved you! Why can't you see that!"

Just then, something clicks in your head. All the pain and lies caused my Cerise come into your mind. You waned to be with her because she was all that you had. The only one that could truly understand. You didn't want to let go, but now you understand.

"I don't want to leave you Clementine!"

You try to grab into her hand but she's slipping away. The figure in the distance is closing in on you. Trying to grab onto Clementine's hand makes you feel unnaturally cold. The warmth you felt earlier calling you back.

You grab onto her with all your will you can muster, "I won't leave you again goddammit!"

You regain consciousness finding yourself in the back of an ambulance with a familiar face looking at you. You can't see out of the left eye. Must be from the bandages you feel on your face.

"Look at that, back from the dead I see." says Dominic.

"What happened, w-where is everyone?" you ask.

Your mouth and throat are bone dry and it hurts to talk.

"No idea, probably left your ass after Edward shot you in the head."

You clear your throat some, "Shot...... where?"

"In the head, grazed you pretty good. Good news is that you have sexy scar to show the ladies."

"What about Elijah?"

"Good question, also shot in the head. He's the one that drove us to this isolated location."

"Who did that?"

"I did." he says nonchalantly.

You're caught off-guard from his response, "I thought you two were together."

"Ever heard of a cover before?"

You cough, "A cover story?"

He snaps his fingers, "You got it."

He grabs a bottle of water and gives you some. The bottle looks pristine, like it's never been ravaged from the environment or time.

"Pretty good water right? It's been untouched by the apocalypse."

You look at him confused.

"You see Y/N, the only reason you're alive is to serve a greater plan."

"What the fuck are you talking about."

He laughs, "You have something special Y/N, and my boss wants it."

"You're high, or I'm dead."

"You were dead, and I'm not high."