Clementine x Male reader : We Are Monsters

Chapter 9

Y/N Pov:

The old man drived for a couple of hours, not wanting to teach you how to drive before the sunrise. You begged him, told him you didn't want to wait, but he stayed on his positions. You knew he was right, that he would be safer, but you were afraid that it would still be nightime when you would arrive to Augusta. Finally, the sun rose, at 5 or 10 miles of Augusta. The old man parked on the side of the road, when he found an abandoned car. You both exit the car, him with his rifle and a jerrican, and you with your bat. The old man checked the gas tank : It was half-full of gas, surprisingly. 

- Looks like we got lucky, for once.

He grabbed a garden hose, put one side into the gas tank, and sucked up at the other extremity, until he spat some gas. Then, he put the hose into the jerrican, and waited fot it to be fully filled.

- See ? That's how you siphon a car.

- Isn't it gross ? I mean... 

- Well... you just gotta be careful to not smoke afterwards.

You frowned, unable to know if it was a joke or not. After a couple of seconds, the whole jerrican was filled. He extracted the hose, and walked back to the 4x4. He opened the gas tank, and filled it with the whole jerrican.

- You know, kid, I'm glad to have a badass ride like this one, but it's consuming a lot of gas.

- My father never really used it because of that. We weren't really rolling on money. By the way, how do you know how to siphon a car ?

- Never really rolled on money either.

- Okay... that's... interesting ?

- You know what else would be interesting ? To learn how to drive !

- You're really gonna teach me ? I thought you told me that as a bait.

- Well... it was at first, but you and I may not be together forever, and it could be the last time you have this occasion. You gotta be ready for what's coming next. Back at the campsite, I realized if I didn't made it, you would have lost all our stuff because of that, and eventually died. 

- What are we waiting for ?!!

The old man sighed, annoyed.

- That you get a move on.

You literally runned to the 4x4, and jumped on the driver seat. The old man slowly made his way to the 4x4, a smirk on his face. He clearly wanted to take as many time as possible, to play with your nerves. He finally made his way to the 4x4, and sat on the passenger seat.

- I knew old people were slow, anyway.

- And I know that young people like you are hot-headed.

- Pff. Do you even have a driver license ?

- Nope. Who needs it to drive, anyway ?

- You know, the more I know you, the more the nice grand-pa impression fades.

- Glad to be of service. Anyway, you see these three pedals ?

- Kinda hard to miss.

- The one on the left is the clutch one. The middle one is the brake one, and the one on the right is the acceleration one.

- Okay...

- This thing here is the gear box. Sometimes it's under the steering wheel, and I don't know who are the idiots who created this, but it sucks. There's also automatics gears boxes, but I never drove one, and we have a manual, so...