It's all a strange blur, like having 10 dreams at once.
"I'm Clementine…this is my house…" Clementine said, nervously.
"Get the fuck out of here!" Hershel yelled.
"Hey…you friendly? We're all out of gas…" Kenny said.
"Argh!" Larry groaned.
"Is he the one bitten?" I said in a panic.
"You're not coming with us you son of a bitch!" Larry said, throwing a punch in my face.
"Travis!" Ben yelled, throwing his hand towards his friend.
"Just come on, okay?" Clementine said, tugging at Ben's hand.
"Are you armed?" Carley yelled, pointing her gun at the St. John brothers.
"Oh, looks like they're having a little spat." Mrs. St. John said.
"Well, you're…y'know…urban…" Kenny said, awkwardly.
"Oh boy, dinner time!" Duck said, running out of the barn, but stopping at the door waiting for his mother.
"Brothers…don't…eat…dinner…" Mark said, reaching for Lee.
"Fucking vulture…" Lilly growled, crouching over her father's body.
"It's over!" I yelled, the rain pouring down on my skin.
"It's yours now…" I said, handing Clementine a red hoodie.
"Somebody! Help me!" The woman yelled, screaming as walkers clamped onto her, sinking their teeth into her legs.
"Hey, sweet pea, that's neat. I'll find you in a bit." I said, smiling down at Clementine who was holding her walkie-talkie up in front of me.
"It's not gonna be easier out on the road!" Lilly screamed, kicking everyone out of her room.
"What's with the third degree?" Ben said, in his normal nervous voice.
"Just chill the fuck out!" Carley yelled at Lilly, as she sat in the RV.
"Ah!" I exclaimed as I quickly awoke with a jump, from the nightmare I had.
"Swear…" Clementine said, as I angrily got up from my seat, to go and talk to chuck.
"I got it!" Clementine said, as she turned around from the broken glass.
"Maybe there's some kind of pill or something!" Kenny said, shuddering before the sight of him and his infected son.
"Oh, so he's allowed to swear?" I smiled, standing close to Clementine.
"We've got to jump!" I said, before pushing Omid down onto the train roof.
"Hello? Who is this?!" I yelled into the walkie-talkie, with no answer.
"It tolls for thee…" Chuck said, looking at the approaching hoard of walkers.
"I'm fine, honey, it's just the smell." Christa said, getting up from the ground.
"Kinda looks like him, don't ya think?" Kenny said, looking down at the pathetic walker, trying to grab at his foot.
"Come here, sweet pea…" I said with my arms wide open.
"Crawford must be wear my mom and dad are!" Clementine said.
"You had one job, Ben!" I growled.
I notice a bright light, it flashes in my eyes, I struggle to regain my sight…
"She's 9…" The stranger said, as I stared at him with cold eyes, my bite stinging.
"Please…don't become one of them…" Clementine said, standing above me with tears streaming down her face.
"…Keep that hair short…" I said, with a few final tears.
I notice the same light again, coming from an open door…I stare at it, trying to shuffle towards it, being blocked by the handcuffs, tugging against my wrist. But before I can get to it, the door slams shut and I awake with a scream.
I pant and sigh, trying to get my breath back. I look around me, I can barely tell where I am, but I quickly remember. The Jewellery store. I move my attention to my arm, immediately, my bite is still there, but faded slightly, my skin more colourful than what it used to be. "Am…am I dead?" I say out loud, then it hit me, I was speaking out loud, my voice was raspy, but I was definitely speaking. I tug on my handcuffs and grunt.
I sit back, with a sigh, but before long I hear drumming, a lot of it, with a choir of growls, it's coming from next to me, walkers are smashing against metal shutters. I collect myself and look around me, franticly looking for something I can use to get out of the cuffs. "Bingo…" I say, as I spot a shard of ceramic material, a few pieces, sprayed across the floor, I grab a piece that had landed next to me and begin to file away at the chain, there was a slight hint of rust so I start there. After a few minutes of frantic filing I hear a snap, it had worked!
I toss the shard to the side and stand up, a wrist of the cuff still latched onto me. I stand up, immediately falling back down, my legs weak and shuddering. "C'mon…c'mon!" I say, trying to move my legs. I smack my head against the floor and sigh, a tear welling in my right eye. I stop and stare up at the ceiling. 'You're not giving up now, after all you've been through, you've come back from death…it must be a sign.' I think to myself, I sit up and get on all fours, I grab my hand on the ledge of a bulletproof window, next to an open door.
I help myself up and shuffle across, feeling strength back into my legs. I didn't risk falling, so I kept shuffling along, using walls and ledges to help myself along until I reach the door with the beautiful green exit sign on it. I remember it, the wall from whatever kind of dream I was having, the one that slam shut, I immediately swing it open, the growling from the inside becoming like a riot.
I knew a hoard was awaiting me, but I wasn't letting this go, the only reason I could think I survived this is because I had a job to do…I had to find my girl.