Walking Dead Game Collection

"Let's Ride"

Title: Let's Ride
Characters: Clementine, Gabe, Ava
Summary: After Clem and Gabe convince Ava to take them on a supply run, the three come across a motorbike. Ava then teaches the two how to ride it.
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Gabe hated supply runs. But when Javier assigned him and Clem to do one together, he thought it was going to be slightly more bearable.

Only slightly. That was how much he hated them.

However, when Ava was the one assigned to take them, Gabe's enjoyment dwindled right back down to zero.

Ava was a hard ass. It was the nicest way Gabe could think to describe her. She was strict, and firm, and never wavered from her position of wanting nothing but work to be done. No fun, no entertainment, her goal was survival and survival alone.

Plus, she scared him. Her aura in itself was intimidating.

"Let's get a move on." She said, swatting the back of Gabe's shoulder. He jumped at the contact, listening to Clementine chuckle as she brushed past him as well. He could feel his cheeks flare with colour, huffing and adjusting his hat before storming out of the front gates.

They all knew exactly where they were going. It was the place Javier and Kate had been talking about exploring for months; the abandoned storage shed an hours walk north of Richmond. Since the raiders had all but given up on Richmond, they felt as though they were safe enough to take to the area and loot it.

And today was that day.

As they walked, the three adjusted the empty bags they were to fill with supplies. Clem and Ava chatted for most of the walk with Gabe wandering up the rear. He had no information to offer to any of the things they were talking about. He rarely did.

By the time they reached the storage shed, Gabe couldn't wait for them to get back home. He felt invisible and unneeded. Truthfully, he didn't understand why he was expected to come at all.

"Okay," Ava said, her body relaxing after bursting through the front door checking for threats. She found none. "Let's split up and loot this place."

Gabe withheld the urge to roll his eyes, but ventured deeper into the shed regardless. The shed was filled with crates, a majority of them dusty and had seemingly been untouched for a significant period of time. Cracking open one, Gabe scanned the contents, finding nothing of value.

Off to the side, as Clementine worked on brushing aside a cluster of boxes, she hesitated, eyes going wide. There was a gleam of red that glinted in the evening sunset, streaming in through one of the broken shack windows. "Woah," she breathed.

"Holy shit." Ava breathed, starting forward. She gawked, an amazed chuckle getting lodged in her throat. "My motorcycle!" She gawked, trying to keep her voice as muffled as possible. They were, after all, still in uncharted territory.

"Your motorcycle?" Gabe asked. He raised a brow and crossed his arms from across the room. "What do you mean?"

"I mean it's mine!" She gawked, running her fingers over the dusty, glimmering red. "Raiders must have taken it after--" She cut herself off, clearing her throat awkwardly.

Clementine stepped in, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "How long did you have it before it went missing?" Clem was better than most at knowing when to, and when to not, prod someone for information. She knew Ava was hesitant with sharing her past, and figured a focus change was better than inadvertently forcing herself to hash out her history.