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Formula 1: Drive to Survive S06E08 "Forza Ferrari"
#f1#formula 1#drive to survive#dts#dts spoilers#dts6#fred vasseur#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#f1edit#myedits#FRED IS A MENACE#for context carlos had just been spotted with rebecca around this time
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Walking Dead Game FanFiction - “We Know Her”
Title: We Know Her Characters: Clementine, Luke, Nick, Carlos, Sarah, Alvin, Rebecca, Omid, Christa Summary: Upon arriving at the ski lodge, Clementine is stunned to find Omid and Christa instead of Kenny. Author's Note: okay ima write this under the context that the whole “Nick shooting thing” doesn’t happen so that we can focus more on the cuteness of the rekindling lmao Requested By: ebimanami support me with ko-fi ♡ ---------♥️♥️♥️----------
It felt as though they’d been walking forever. To Rebecca, very pregnant and very sore, they had been.
“Can we take a minute?”
Everyone paused as Alvin eased her onto a rock. Rebecca had one hand pressed to her back and the other on her swollen belly. The entire time, Clementine was glancing ahead, squinting, seeing if she could spot anything through the hordes of trees. Luckily for all of them, she did.
Luke tore his attention from Rebecca to follow Clem’s gaze. He squinted, spotting a glimmer of red through the hordes of green and brown. Immediately, a grin broke out onto his face. “I think you’re right.”
“A bridge?” Sarah asked, hands clasped together, taking a step closer. It was her shy way of including herself in on the conversation. Luke and Clementine always obliged.
“It means we’re getting somewhere.” Luke said, smiling warmly her way. He wanted to squelch any anxiety she felt as quickly as possible. “We’ve never seen a bridge before. That means we’re making good progress at getting away from the lodge.”
The statement made Sarah frown, eventually turning back to her father. She liked the lodge. Deep down, a part of her had been hoping that they would eventually surrender and return to it. Hearing just how far away they were dashed that dream — her dream of returning to their little piece of home — and she turned away to sulk in private.
“I’m gonna scope it out.” Luke said, already starting forward.
Clementine smiled, ignoring the bitter sigh Rebecca offered behind them. “I’ll come.” She said, trotting to catch up to him as he paused, waiting for her.
They’d barely approached the bridge before Luke held his breath, pointing toward a building in the distance. “Do you see that?”
Clementine scrambled to find what he was looking at, especially seeing how his breath caught on his words. But following his gaze, squinting into the distance just out of reach, she spotted it. She, too, sucked in her breath. “A house.”
“A lodge.” Luke gawked, a hand running through his hair in amazement. “I can’t believe it.”
This was a major break for them. Since they’d left their cabin, they’d been wandering with no destination. No place to lay down their things and actually rest. Not only had they found that place, they’d found practically a mansion compared to the place they’d been living in prior.
It was a luxury. It was a dream come true and, if everything went according to plan, it would be theirs.
They darted back to the others, seemingly wasting away with boredom and impatience. When the duo excitedly scrambled in and offered the news — Clem grinning and watching as Luke fumbled his way through an explanation — the group was up and off.
“We’ll take the back.” Alvin said, offering a hand to help Rebecca to her feet.
Luke, Clementine, and Nick spearheaded the group with Carlos and Sarah in the middle, and Alvin and Rebecca following behind.
“Holy shit.” Nick breathed as they finally hit the bridge. “Is that a lodge or a mansion?”
“It’s perfect, that’s what it is.” Luke said, grinning, jostling his best friend excitedly. Nick offered a goofy grin, fixing his hat once he was done. “If there’s a God out there, he’s really cut us some slack with this one.”
“Let’s get there before we start throwing thank yous around.” Carlos said, body stiff and gaze trained ahead. Sarah could tell, as she turned to study him, that his eyes were latched onto the building. Even though she knew her father wouldn’t say it, he was impressed. She wanted to say he was thrilled, but her father was also a skeptic. He was probably holding his breath until he was sure the area was safe.
After all, he would always tell her ‘if it sounds too good to be true, it is.’ While he was often correct, it filled her with all types of anxiety constantly. How was she supposed to believe that anything good could come in a world that was constantly filled with dread? When her own father wouldn’t let her hold onto a glimmer of hope?
Regardless, Clementine’s hope allowed her to keep a flicker of it herself. If Clementine was hopeful — the girl that had seen so much — she believed that she could be hopeful too, even if it was only a bit to appease her father.
They continued across the bridge, drawing closer and closer to the lodge nestled on the hill before them. They still had a way to go — so far that Luke had a pit of worry in his stomach if Rebecca would be able to make it that far.
But he didn’t have time to worry about that now. They’d tackle that when they got there. For now, they needed to do exactly that; get there.
Luke and Clementine were the first to reach the base of the hill, Nick trotting up behind them. The mere thought of climbing the thing was already causing him to lag. Luckily for him, he wasn’t the only one.
“We need to be careful.” Carlos said, wandering up beside the trio. They were waiting for everyone else to draw closer before formulating a plan. “We don’t know if it’s inhabited.”
Luke nodded, his stance determined and ready. “Right. We need to be slow and quiet.”
“I can do that.” Rebecca said, setting her hands on her back and stretching under the weight of her swollen belly.
Luke nodded, scanning her up and down. Did he have his doubts? Definitely, but he wasn’t one to argue with Rebecca. No one was. Not even Alvin.
So, slowly, cautiously, glancing back to ensure that everyone was gradually following, they made their way up. The entire walk, Clementine remained practically glued to Luke’s side. Was she excited at the prospect of such a home? Of course. But did she want to risk it in the case that it was inhabited? Or dangerous? Or overrun with walkers? No way.
She trusted Luke. She knew she could wander beside him, and he would have her back. It brought her comfort during uncertainty. Ever since they’d left the cabin, their lives had been nothing but uncertainty. But not Luke. Luke had always been certain. Luke always had her back.
The closer they drew to the lodge, the more on edge the child felt. Suddenly, overwhelmingly, Clem had a bad feeling about this. As though the lodge was secluded and hard to get to for a reason; as though they were trespassing on someone’s property.
Little did they know, the were.
Clementine fell behind, offering to help Alvin with Rebecca, when she heard quarrelling up ahead. It wasn't the bickering she had grown used to back at the cabin, it was new. New voices. New people.
Her heart slammed into her stomach.
No.
She darted up the hill, sneaking her way behind the group and peeling her way through them. Carlos was frantically keeping Sarah behind him, not wanting her to even catch a glimpse of the strangers let alone be in their line of fire. Nick and Luke had their hands up and Alvin and Rebecca, slowly making their way up behind them, looked so meek and mild they were ignored.
“Get back.”
“We don’t mean any harm.”
“I don’t give a shit.”
Clementine frowned, pausing between Carlos and Nick, feeling as though she recognized the phrase. No, it wasn’t that. She recognized the voice. Feeling a swell of panic, she continued pushing her way forward.
“Clem--”
She weaseled her way out of Carlos’ attempt to grab her and keep her back. She wasn’t like Sarah. She didn’t need shielding. She was more than capable of holding out on her own.
“If you don’t back off, I will shoot.”
“Please, we’re just--”
Clementine peeled her way through the rest of her group, squeezing between Luke and Nick. She could feel Luke’s breath hitch as she pushed past him, no doubt terrified for whatever she was doing.
But she knew exactly what she was doing, because the moment she emerged through her group, her eyes widened into stars. “Christa?” The figure standing beside her lowered their weapon, and the face she saw prompted her throat to swell. “Omid?” She squeaked out.
Hearing the familiar voice, Christa lowered her gun, her eyes hesitantly settling on the child figure before her. After a beat, as though registering if her eyes were being truthful, she relaxed. “Clementine?”
“Clem,” Omid’s reaction was far more emotional than his partner’s. He dropped his gun and lunged forward on his knees. “Holy shit, Clem.” He settled his hands on her shoulders, drinking her in, allowing his hands to brush at her cheeks, her hat, and her arms.
Clementine smiled, the tears already swelling in the corners of her eyes. “Swear.” She said softly.
Omid smile, his cheeks pushing his tears forward and down his cheeks. He scoffed, wrapping his arms around her. “Get in here.” Clementine laughed, forcing her joy through the sobs as she settled against his jacket, feeling the familiar warmth Omid radiated.
Christa slowly lowered her weapon, her heart overwhelmed with emotion, so much so that she could barely move. By the time she was able to start forward, abandoning her weapon on the ground behind her, she was fiercely blinking back tears as she knelt down, wrapping the members of her mini-family in a warm embrace.
The cabin crew was stunned.
Luke turned around, his gaze landing on Nick momentarily before Carlos. Behind him, he watched as Alvin shrugged, adjusting his hold on his wife.
Out of all of them, the only one who had a softer reaction was Sarah. As she watched them, Sarah couldn’t help but give a faint smile. The way Clementine clung to them, the way joyous tears streamed down her cheeks that she scrambled to wipe away, made her heart warm.
Clem sniffled, peeling her face off of Omid’s jacket. She scrambled to clean her cheeks, staring at the two with misty, amazed eyes. Clem turned to her group, offering a gentle laugh. “Guys, meet Omid and Christa.” She turned, smiling, feeling one of Christa’s hands settle on her shoulder and one of Omid’s slip into one of hers. “They raised me for a while.”
Immediately, the tone on the deck softened, and the expressions of everyone grew warm and gentle.
Luke smiled warmly, extending a hand, hoping it was an accurate demonstration of peace. “I’m Luke.” he said. He smiled wider feeling Christa’s hand slip kindly into his own. “It’s an honour.” He said softly.
While Sarah may have lost her little piece of home, it meant Clementine was able to find hers. To Sarah, that was a fair trade. ---------♥️♥️♥️----------
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Walking Dead Game FanFiction - “Stolen Her”
Title: Stolen Her Characters: Cabin Crew Summary: After Clementine is kidnapped by Carver, the cabin group sets off to save her. Author's Note: Okay I’m honestly really happy with this one yaaaay!! Requested By: legoryan support me with ko-fi ♡ ---------♥️♥️♥️----------
“We don’t have time for this!” Luke wailed, strapping his axe to his back as he continued to stuff supplies into a backpack.
Rebecca planted her hand on her hips, skeptical as she watched how frantic Luke was. Carlos was helping, far more collected than Luke. Alvin, standing at Rebecca’s side, pat her shoulder and slid past her to assist them. “Time for what? A serious conversation?”
Luke scoffed, standing upright and abandoning his focus from packing his bag. “Time for this debate, Rebecca.”
“Don’t act like I’m speaking nonsense. All I’m asking is why we should be running after Carver right now.”
“Because he kidnapped a child? A child that trusted us?”
Rebecca shifted from foot to foot, skeptical as Carlos and Alvin continued to get their supplies ready. Sarah sat in the background, hands folded in her lap, watching with confused concern. “She hasn’t been with us for very long.”
Rebecca crossed her arms, gaze unwavering and daring. “She hasn’t been with us for very long. How do we know if we can trust her? She stole from us. We barely know her.” She threw her arms down, frustrated. “Hell, maybe she’s been working with Carver this whole time and this is just some elaborate trap to get us back there.”
“You know that’s not the case.”
“No, Luke, I don’t.”
Hours previous, when Clementine had answered the door, her intention was to scare off the stranger — the person she didn't know at the time was Carver — for Sarah. What she didn’t expect was for Carver to see a fresh target — a new member of his team — and rip her from the premises before any of the cabin crew members returned.
Sarah said she hadn’t heard a lot. A struggle, a muffled cry, then silence. By the time she came downstairs, what she presumed to be over an hour later, the door was hanging open and the both of them were both gone.
In their immediate moments returning to the cabin, seeing how frantic Sarah was, everyone knew something was wrong. Luke felt his stomach drop, watching as Carlos ran to his daughter, holding her in his arms, softly asking her what startled her so badly.
“Carver.” She’d whispered.
Then, glancing around the room, noticing that Clementine was gone, Luke’s heart stopped altogether. “Where’s Clementine?” He’d asked. Sarah cried harder.
Luke immediately began packing his bag.
Luke slapped down his backpack from where he was lifting it into his arms, frustrated with Rebecca’s nihilist view. “Fine, Rebecca. Fine. If you don’t care to get Clementine back, fine. But we do care, and we are.”
“That’s not what I’m saying.” Rebecca spat back. “She’s a child. I care about her well-being. All I’m saying is that, child or not, we’re risking a lot on someone we barely know or trust.”
“You’ve barely talked to her.” Luke snapped back, tossing his bag over one of his shoulders, at his wits end with the direction of their conversation. “You know nothing about her, or her life, or what she’s been through. I have. I do know.”
“What can you possibly know about her that’s changed your perception?” Rebecca snapped back, stepping forward. Alvin, off to the side, watched with tense shoulders. “She’s only been here for a few days.”
“I know that she’s watched every parental figure she’s ever had die before her eyes.” Luke spat, watching the anger wash from Rebecca’s face. “I know she’s needed to kill some of them because they asked her too; because they didn’t want to turn.” He adjusted his bag, breath haggard and angry. “I know that she’s lost every friend she’s ever had to this apocalypse. She has every reason to lose every ounce of trust she’s ever had in humans, but she still trusted me enough to tell me that.”
Rebecca stood, eyes wide and vacant — pale, shocked, and scared.
Taking her silence as an answer, Luke adjusted his backpack and huffed. “So, we’re going to get her back because she matters to us.”
Luke didn’t hesitate before storming out of the cabin, jaw tight and shoulders locked, his grip firmly planted on his bag strap. He could hear shuffling footsteps behind him, and knew that Carlos and Alvin were trotting up behind him. Turning around to speak with his team, Luke froze.
Nick was coming up from behind Alvin, adjusting the knife he was shoving into his pocket. Behind them, standing in the front doorway, stood Rebecca and Sarah. Rebecca had a hand resting against her stomach, another propped against the frame for balance. Sarah, only slightly ahead of her, hesitantly watched them depart.
Luke stood tense, surveying the woman in the door frame, adjusting his backpack in frustration and turning ahead. “Let’s do this.” He said to his team. He didn’t have time to be sidetracked. Getting Clementine back was his sole focus, and they couldn’t afford to let that waver.
They were moving based on assumption. None of them knew the specific directions to Carver’s camp, but Luke did know the path Carver took with Clementine. The footstep indents on the lawn and the tire marks on the outskirts of the property were all the direction they needed. Luke was determined to find their camp again. There was no ‘what if they didn’t find her.’ They needed to. And they were going to. To Luke, there was no other way.
After walking for upwards of an hour, he heard it. Luke, leading the bunch, stuck his arm out behind him to stop the others. “Do you hear that?” In their silence, they heard the distant rumbling of carts, vehicles, and muffled voices.
Luke, drawing closer to the noise, buried himself in the brush of the forest rather than wandering the open, tattered path. Then, weeding their way through the trees, they all spotted it: the warehouse.
But what now?
“The guards shift.” Alvin said, creeping forward and settling a hand on Luke’s shoulder. “Every half an hour they swap shifts. There are always blind spots, but nobody ever wanted to point it out to Carver. He set the schedule. We didn’t wanna get punished for talking back.”
Alvin, much to the glee of his group, had been a guard during their time in Carver’s. Thanks to his position, they’d been able to escape the first time. Now, it was what they were going to use to help Clementine get out.
Alvin took to the front of the group, adjusting his glasses, watching the formation of the guards. “Okay,” he sighed. “That guard on the ground. Once he heads inside that garage, there’s a 10-minute gap. We can use that to get inside.”
The plan they’d cracked was straightforward and simple: Nick was going to hang back with Carlos, watching to ensure that Alvin and Luke got inside.
Alvin was going to approach, speak with the guards on the context of him being a desperate ex-coworker — not a threat — and would create a distraction for long enough that Luke could sneak in undetected. “I’ll ask about if conditions have improved. If it would be worth it to come back. They won’t whistle blow on me being there if I’m approaching like that.”
If one or both of them were captured, or if Alvin’s plan backfired, Nick would go in. Carlos was chosen to hang back and avoid the warehouse altogether, keeping watch and reporting back to the cabin if necessary.
He was the doctor, after all, even if it felt selfish to admit it.
The four watched in silence, Nick shifting nervously and Carlos cracking his fingers to act as a distraction. The, suddenly, the garage door began to open. Alvin placed a hand on Luke’s shoulder, squeezing. “Now. Get ready to move. Now.”
However, much to their gratitude, Alvin’s plan worked. The two crept toward the warehouse’s front — Luke sneaking along the wall and Alvin approaching the now-open garage door — and they slid in smoothly.
“Alvin?”
“Hey Carl,” Alvin’s voice sounded from around the corner Luke was ducked behind. He could feel his heart slam against his chest as they spoke. “Long time no see.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” A different voice offered. “Does Carver know you’re here? If he doesn’t--”
“No no no,” Alvin said. Luke could hear the shifting of weaponry. He didn’t need to look around the corner to know they had their guns aimed at him. “There’s no need to tell Carver. I’m actually here to ask a question about, well,” he gave a sheepish laugh, “coming back.”
Weapons shifted again. “Seriously?” The first voice said.
Alvin hesitated. “It’s embarrassing, but I’m really struggling out there. Me and Rebecca both. We’re desperate.” He hesitated again, and Luke had to admit, he was really selling his acting job. “And I wanted to come, just me, and ask about what returning would look like.”
Knowing that Alvin had his half of the plan covered, Luke continued deeper into the warehouse lot, slipping in through a side door and holding his breath as he pulled the door closed behind him.
The moment the door clicked shut, he was in a back storage unit of the warehouse. It was dimly lit — the only light coming in from the tiny upper windows — and all the lights were off. The moment the door shut, he heard a sound. A gasp — a soft and faint one — and heard a shift from the other end of the room.
“Hello?” Luke asked, voice daringly above a whisper.
He was met with silence. All he could hear were the sounds of his footsteps creeping deeper into the room and the shaky, ragged breathing of whoever else was there with him. After a moment, there was a voice. “Luke?”
Luke looked around, squinting, searching for where the voice was coming from. “Clem? Yes, Clem. Yes, it’s me. It’s Luke.”
Luke froze, hearing shifting emerge from one of the far corners of the room. Emerging from a stack of boxes, from where she’d been cowering and hiding, was Clementine. She was shaking, her clothing torn and her cheeks red.
Luke felt a rush air sweep out of his lungs. He lunged forward, arms open. “Clementine--” The end of the word was muffled as he accepted her into his arms, his lips hitting her shoulder as he crouched to her level and felt how bad she’d been shaking. “Oh my God. Thank God.”
He pulled away, holding her shoulders between his palms, studying her, and froze. He lifted a hand to one of her cheeks, gingerly brushing his fingers over a dark section. The moment he got close, she flinched away. “Don’t.” She said softly.
Listening, Luke pulled away. He scanned the way she covered it with her palm.
It was a bruise. There was no doubt about it.
Swallowing hard, and feeling his shoulder tense, he studied her. “Who did that to you?”
Clementine dropped her hand. There was no sense in hiding it. Her eyes met his for only a moment before they wavered away. “Carver.” She said softly.
Luke turned away, frustrated and rubbing his palms on his jeans. “That shit bag.” If he was in the room, he would’ve decked him. Hell, if Clementine’s safety wasn't on the line — if he wasn’t responsible for bringing her back to the cabin - he would’ve hunted the man down and beaten him half to death.
He needed to turn his focus elsewhere. He was going to get too worked up and angry if he didn't.
His stare drifted back to Clementine, watching how she hesitantly studied him. Then, sweeping forward again, he placed his hands on her arms. “We’re gonna get out of here, okay?”
Clementine nodded, gaze unwavering and determined. She was a strong kid — Luke had known that from day one — and he knew there was no way some asshole like Carver was going to deter her independence and strength.
Squeezing her shoulders, Luke stood and turned for the door. He settled his hand against the cool metal, checked his watch, and turned to the child again. “Okay, Nick and Carlos are waiting for us outside the perimeter. Alvin is distracting the guards, and we have about 4 minutes until the guards switch over and we’re out of time.”
Clementine gulped, but her stance didn’t change. “So, where are we going?”
Luke hesitated, chewing his lower lip, mentally formulating a map and game plan. “Straight ahead. Woods border almost every angle of this warehouse. If we run straight ahead, we can work our way around and back to the group.”
Clementine nodded, shifting her focus to the door, set and determined. “Ready?”
Luke nodded. “If you are.”
Clem nodded too.
Then, taking a deep breath, Luke swung the door open and the two took off. They didn’t hear yelling, or gunshots, or even the scrambling of guards trying to collect their weapons. They were home free. They’d done it. They’d made it.
Once they hit the woods, they barely stopped. They paused to make sure nobody had spotted them — that nobody was after them — and kept going.
It hadn’t taken them long to run the perimeter of the warehouse, and by the time they were on the brink of approaching Nick and Carlos, Nick darted to meet them halfway. “Luke, Clem, holy shit.” Luke reached out, bringing Luke into a thankful, panicked hug. “Thank fuck. You guys were starting to worry me.”
“Where’s Alvin?” Carlos asked, a few paces away, trying to keep his voice down.
Luke panted, a hand on his chest, collecting his breath so he could answer. But, just as he was readying himself to, Alvin scurried up behind them. “Let’s go. We have borrowed time we can’t waste.”
“Borrowed time?” Nick asked, watching fearfully as the rest of his group darted forward, starting through the thick brush in the general direction of the cabin.
Alvin sputtered out a cough. “The guards didn’t know I came with anyone. They thought it was just me. They let me leave without notifying Carver, but that means we don’t have a lot of time to get out of here without drawing suspicion.”
As they wandered through the brush, Luke turned, spotting Clementine struggling and coming up the rear of the group. He couldn’t say he blamed her — she’d been through the ringer. She was exhausted and terrified, out of breath and sore.
“Clem,” he whispered softly. “Come here.” In one fluid, albeit tired motion, Luke knelt down and swept the girl onto his back before. “Just take it easy, okay?” He frowned. “You’ve done enough today.”
Clementine nodded, thankfully resting her head against his warm shoulder, allowing her exhaustion to sweep over her.
Carlos, casting a glance over his shoulder to see what the commotion was about, smiled. He found it sweet how much Luke had connected to Clementine in the short amount of time she’d been with them. They had no blood connection but, then watching him carrying the exhausted child on his back, Carlos could’ve sworn they’d always been siblings.
Truthfully, Luke felt the same. That was why he would never hesitate on searching for her. No matter what.
Then, feeling her cheek relax deeper into his shoulder, his frown shifted to a smile. ---------♥️♥️♥️----------
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