Luke 'n' Clem chapter 6: Just a dream

LUKE'S POV

Where am I? The last thing I remember is being bored out of my mind, now I'm in my bedroom? I get up, although my actions don't feel like my own. It feels like when you're holding a controller and you tell the character on the screen what to do. My body feels like the character and my mind feels like the controller, because I can't feel what I'm doing.

I shake off the bizarre feeling and make my way to the plain wooden door of my average sized room. I turn myself to face my room, it was always quite plain and neat. It gave nearly nothing away about me, things like my likes and dislikes didn't really show even when you really looked into the room. I memorised it, because it'd probably be the last time I'd ever see it. It had occurred to me that this was all a dream, it was my first and only conclusion.

I've never really had a dream so in depth before, I usually just get snip its of memories which are half blurred and end in the middle and never reach the end. Even then, I rarely had dreams to begin with.

I turned and walked out of the bedroom, turning left, then right and finally making my way down the carpeted staircase. Everything was the way it was before the walkers had come and ruined everything. I idly wondered if anyone was home, it was a dream after all. I don't really know what I'd do or say even if I did come across one of them.

I heard the faint sizzling sound. The kind you'd hear when frying eggs, I went on to investigate, curiosity gripping me and pulling me to the sound. I pushed open the door that led to the kitchen. I was met with the sight of my mum (I come from England, deal with it) slaving over a stove.

She apparently heard my entrance as she turned to face me with the smile I missed so much, I made a mental picture so that I'd never forget.

"Hello dear, would you go get the door, that nice girl you brought over yesterday wants to see ya." She said, pointing towards the narrow path that was the hallway.

Everything I knew was fake, but how could it feel so real? Was it really. . . Just a dream? No, it can't be. I wouldn't be so rigid and I would be able to feel if it was real. Everything is just so . . . I dunno. . . Surreal?

My body forces me into the hallway to open the door, but I couldn't think of any time I brought a girl home, nor could I recall my mother saying anything along the lines of what she had. This leaves the question: Who is 'the girl'?

I reach for the door knob and turn it painfully slowly. It was like my mind was trying to give me anxiety. I don't very much appreciate it, either way.

The door finally swings open with a creak ad in steps someone I didn't expect. The brown hair and eyes, tan skin and purple and white hat were hard to mistake.

"Cle-clemen. . .tine?" I choked out the words, with a sense of uncertainty. I felt confused, what did this mean? Did it mean anything at all?

I felt nausea come over me as the room that we were in started spinning; the brunette in front of me looked at me in concern from where she was standing.

I fell back and the world turned black. . .