“Christina, wake up…Christina”

I felt around for a pillow to throw at my father but all my hands could get a hold of was ripped leather. I groaned, using my forearms to lift me up, and saw that I was asleep in the backseat of our neighbor’s car. I shook my head frantically to try to remember why I was where I was. I looked out the window, squinting at the sun’s rays as we passed tree after tree.

“Daddy, are we here already?” I groaned out groggily, my voice oozing with sleep. I smoothed my hair with my right hand, flattening out my bed head.

“We sure are kiddo,” he replied cheerfully as our car slowed down. The forest outside cleared up and I now could see them clearly, as in point out the bumps in the bark. Beside us, another car parked, it was an SUV. It looked a lot like the brunette’s car which ignited a feeling of sadness deep inside me. We had a short exchange at the gas station a few hours ago but I knew that there was something about the stunning brunette that I wanted to know. Sadly, our time was cut short which was why I was sadder about our connection than fortunate that I felt it.

I stepped out of the car, my legs wobbly at first, still numb from my two-hour long nap. Actually, I don’t even remember when I fell asleep or even got into the back of the car. Just then, I felt the side of car door graze my shins and knees. I grimaced, my eyes that were once droopy flaming with anger.

“I’m sorry,” the brunette apologized in a voice I know I’ve heard before. I looked up and saw that it was the brunette, the same one from the station. My pupils dilated in realization that we were going to be on the same mountain top for two months, well if the whole “The End of the World” thing was true. I guess my silent prayers did come true; she wasn’t going to burn in the fires that would consume everything but this humongous rock.

“It’s fine, I’m not hurt,” I croaked out, biting my lip as I could see that the girl I just had a dream about was right in front of me. I really hated the fact that I couldn’t remember most of it, I’m pretty sure I heard somewhere that you forget 90% of your dreams. I looked up and saw that her hand was out, ready to help me out of the car.