Walking Dead Game Collection

"Let It Pass"

Title: Let It Pass
Characters: Clementine, Javi, Gabe, Kate
Summary: Due to her 9th birthday being surrounded by death and sadness, Clementine becomes bitter about her following ones. Come her 14th birthday, although unaware of the reasoning behind her hatred of the date, Javi and friends take it upon themselves to ensure she has the best birthday possible.
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"Soooooo Clem," Javi's voice caused Clementine's muscles to hinge. The way he was speaking — his unique singsong tone — emitted an eerie vibe.

The teen turned, scanning the male up and down. Her gaze tore from her notebook she was holding — it in her left hand, and her pen in her right. Javi was leering toward her a pace away, the largest grin she had ever seen slapped onto his lips. In response, her brows furrowed. "What?"

The male rocked back and forth on his heels, his smirk growing with each sway. "There's an important day coming up, isn't there?"

Clementine's neck knocked back at the statement. Her stare fluttered left, then right, then returned. Adjusting her stance, she ditched the notebook she was holding onto the picnic bench at her right and crossed her arms, clicking her pen closed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

The male scoffed, rolling his eyes and standing upright, dropping his charade. With Clementine, he often did. She wasn't too keen on goofing around. "Your birthday, Clem. I'm talking about your birthday."

Clem smirked, rolling her eyes and snatching her notebook. "That's not an important day."

Silence hung overhead as Clem popped her book open to the page she had last been at, untucking the folded corner and clicking her pen, returning to her note-jotting.

While watching, Javi stood motionless, studying her every move in awe. "You're kidding, right?"

Clem turned again, shrugged her shoulders in his direction, averting her gaze to her notebook before speaking. "Not really."

Javi pursued his lips, his arms crossing before his chest. "Kids always love birthdays."

"Birthdays don't make sense in this world," Clem claimed, snapping her notebook shut, attaching the pen to the elastic holding it closed. "Living another year isn't a celebration."

"It should be."

Clem chuckled softly, tucking her notebook under her arm and shooting her stare toward the male. Her stare looked aged, weathered, not a stare a teenager should wear. It was one of knowledge, of pain, of witnessing what she wished she hadn't. "If only." With a nod signalling her departure, she started away.

Javi squinted, watching her carefully as she rounded one of Richmond's many corners, vanishing to a destination unknown.

Rustling from behind him sounded, followed by a surprised cough and the shuffling of dirt. "Did you get anything?"

Turning around, Javi met Gabe fumbling out of a bush to the side of Richmond's park. The plan was for Javi to squeeze some info out of Clem, something that the two of them could grab her for her birthday, while Gabe hid and attempted to overhear. After all, Javi was never good at relaying information.

With a sigh only through his nose, Javi shook his head. "Nothing."

"Ugh," Gabe groaned, pushing himself to his feet and brushing off his dusty jeans. "What are we supposed to do?"

"Don't know," Javi murmured, rubbing his chin. "But we can't do nothing."

From across the way, overhearing the entire scene, Kate set the half-drained water bottle she had been fiddling with to the side and pushed herself to her feet. "Nothing is probably your best bet."