Four days to Salvation's fall...
Gabe: Y/N.
He comes jogging over to you. You're currently checking the perimeter of the farm you're currently commandeering.
You: Yeah?
Gabe: Sam is looking for you.
You: Ok. Thanks. Where is he?
Gabe: The barn.
You: Can you finish the perimeter for me?
Gabe: Yeah.
You nod and start walking away.
Gabe: Hey, can I talk to you?
You: What do you want?
Gabe: I... Just wanted to apologize.
You look back at the farmhouse.
You: Did Clementine put you up to this?
Gabe: No. She probably couldn't care less.
You: Ok. What do you want me to say? I forgive you?
Gabe: No.
You: Is that all then?
Gabe: Yeah.
You: You should apologize to Clementine, not me.
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You: Gabe said you were looking for me.
Sam: Yeah.
You: What do you need?
Sam: What do you think about the plan?
You: It's alright.
Sam: Any flaws?
You: I don't know how we're getting in.
Sam: I was thinking of the sewers, but that would put us directly in the tower.
You: You haven't decided?
Sam: No.
You: We can just steal a car from the turbines and ram it through the gate.
Sam: That's not a bad idea, actually. It'd get us in and the gate open.
You: If you want to talk about the plan, you should speak to Clementine.
Sam: I'm talking to everyone.
You: I've said what I think.
Sam: Yeah.
You: Anything else?
Sam: How are you doing?
You: Fine, I guess.
Sam: Sure?
You: I'm just worried about it. Who isn't?
Sam: True.
You: How are things with Emma?
He shakes his head.
You: What does that mean?
Sam: She doesn't want to.
You: Really?
Sam: Yeah.
You: I'm sorry, man.
Sam: It's better I know.
You: Don't beat yourself up too much. I don't really know what I'm talking about, but I can listen.
Sam: It's ok.
You: Ok. I'm gonna go make sure Gabe isn't fucking up the perimeter.
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Solitude (Clementine X Male Reader)
FanfictionYou were eight when the dead began their reign. It happened in the blink of an eye, and the world around you was unprepared. The walkers simply ascended their throne made of human bones and flesh and ruled without question. Nothing could be done abo...