The girl - a clementine x male reader story

Chapter 32 - miss you

You sit in a large open yellow field of wheat with red and blue flowers of all shapes and sizes.

No living, dead or in between things are in sight. Just you and the soft wind. The warm sun touches your face as you cross your legs and rest your elbows on your knees.

Holding your cap, you inspect it with its finer details.

It's soft, dark fabric becomes warmer as the black colouring absorbs the suns rays. The small rips it has received over the years gives it character. The netted insides make it lay softly in your hair when you wear it. It's flap has made life much easier when you hunt or shot from a long range as it keeps the sun out of your eyes so it's easier to see the target.

You realise your weapons are gone as you place your hat back on. Turning you spot a large tree sitting on the top of a small hill. It has pure white bark that glows in the sun. It's beautiful. It's branches stretch a long distance from the centre and houses robins, blue jays and Formosa magpies. It's dark red leaves look like it has been stained in blood adding to the beauty of the large tree.

You approach reaching out your hand and pressing it against the wide base of the white oak. It's bark is smooth instead of rugged like skin. It's not sharp like your common tree it's like some has used sandpaper to rub it down giving it a nice finish. It's large roots dig into the ground like a drill into a rock as the spread all the way down to the base of hill. At some small areas they stick out where the dirt has been brushed off,exposing it during a storm or I night with high winds.

A leaf falls from the maze of branches and lands on your head. You pick it of and look at it. It's deep red colour makes it unique as you look at the others that are all different shades of red. Looking back at the leaf you see patterns running through it like veins pumping blood around it. You run your finger along both sides. One is smooth like paper. This is the side that would point up to the sun absorbing its energy and helping the tree grow and grow. The leaves are like a community. All working together for one cause. Communities now are about survival. The other side is like a fabric and thick resting softly in you hand. It has a divot in the middle leading to the sharp tip at the end that work together to push rain water off it.

You look back at the white bark that glows and you spot thin grey lines that run all the way from the peak to the roots like snow on a mountain. Rings of dark grey have formed from where old branches where at one point.

The birds of the tree sing to each other and return to their nests with different worms and insects to feed the helpless chicks. The chicks remind you of how helpless jack was when you last saw him.

Looking past the tree the field of yellow wheat and rouge flowers that have grown as it has not been tended since the outbreak.

???: hey sweetie.

You jerk your head to the noise to see a figure stood looking at you.

It's Anna.

You run and hug her as she hugs you back. You clutch to her not wanting to loss her again.

You: I missed you.

Anna: I missed you to. You've grown since the last time you where here.

You pull away and look at her.

You: it's called growing up. I haven't had much time to visit.

Anna: this place is beautiful. You always had an amazing imagination.

You: well I try to mix things up a little. Don't want to bore you.

Anna: you could never bore me.

You both smile at each other because of the reunion.

Anna: no sign of them yet?

You: no not yet. Scouts tried to pick up the scent but we lost track. They could be anywhere.

Anna: shame. Last time I saw you, you where on your way to New York. How was your trip?

You: not fun. Could go down into the street because there was to many walkers. I didn't get anything I was looking for. Not even a clue.

Anna: why did you go again? Sounds like a waste of time to me.

You: a guy told me he saw a girl matching clementine's description saying she was heading to New York. Turns out that was a lie because there was no sign of her.

Anna: did you see the Statue of Liberty?

You: from a distance. I wish you where there with me.

Anna: I always am hon. In here.

She points at your chest where your heart is.

You: now that's the most cliche thing you've said to me.

Anna: yes it is. Anyway it's more like I'm in there.

She points at your head.

You: so you're just a figment of my imagination?

Anna: I didn't say that.

You: what are you then?

Anna: that's up to you to decide.

You: I believe you're you. Like a visiting ghost or something.

Anna: nice idea. I like visiting your dreams. They are always so bright and beautiful. Except the nightmares.

You: yeah. I can't help those.

She pauses and her face turns from happy to stern. 

Anna: People need you out there Y/N. time to go.

You: I don't want to loss you again.

Anna: you know where I'll be.

You reach you hand out as she slowly turns to dust and is whisked away by the wind. You look back at the tree as its leaves begins to be blown off by the wind and into the sun. All the birds flee high into the sky and out of view. The branches fall off and fall through the dirt and out of sight like a glitch. The lone, thick white pillar begins to turn to dust and is whisked away as well.

You walk up the hill and sit where the tree once sat and cross your legs. The horizon slowly begins to dissolve turning to a fine dust as it approaches at a swift pace as it begins to reveal a large black abyss ready to consume anything in a mad hunger. The black begins to climb the hill as the ground opens up beneath you and you begin to fall.

The air rushes past your ears as you fall but you don't scream. you fall and fall and fall until the sky appears in your vision...