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Days Scattered

Deacon St. John x St. John!reader

Part 3 of 3

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Deacon lifted himself to the second floor of the lodge, he glanced around at his surroundings, not having time to register a crazed Carlos rushing at him, knocking him onto his back "Deek! What the hell is going on?!" Boozer shouted, Deacon wasn't able to respond, as he was trying to push Carlos off of him. Carlos then opened his hand that was trapped against his chest by Deacon's own, and he blew a powdery substance into Deacon's face, Deacon backed away from Carlos, sputtering and gasping as the drug began to mess with his vision, Carlos yelled, throwing Deacon's gun away from them and stalking towards the disoriented man.

Deacon continued to back away from him, desperately trying to take hold of his bearings, Carlos was screaming at nothing a few feet away "Time to get low, brother! Time to get low!" Everything sounded like someone stuck a plug in Deacon's ears, he tried his best to blink away the deliriousness, slowly coming to a shaky stand, Carlos was having none of that as he went to land a hard kick to Deacon's stomach, sending the latter to the ground once again with a pained yelp.

"You wanted to kill me, right? I'm right here, Deacon, right here!" Carlos was in Deacon's face, hovering above him as Deacon again slowly began to lift himself back up, the drug-induced haze slowly easing away, Deacon looked up to Carlos's crazed stare, the Ripper laughed loudly, kicking Deacon in the shoulder and sending him down to the ground once more. Deacon groaned at Carlos's weight on his back, Deacon trying to rip himself out from under him "Poor little Mongrel, all outta luck" Carlos muttered to him, kneeling down, forcing even more weight on Deacon.

Carlos pulled out a knife in his belt, Deacon's eyes glinted with fear, the blade ominously glowing in the fire-lit atmosphere, Carlos brought the knife to Deacon's back, tracing the tip of the knife over where Deacon's Mongrel tattoo would be. "Deacon St. John.." Carlos muttered, the only thing Deacon could hear was Carlos's breathing and his own "Brought low..by the lowly Jessie Williamson" Deacon tensed and his dark brows knit together "Jessie..?" Deacon said, visibly confused "I..I thought you were dead" Jessie chuckled "No, you left me to die".

"But that's okay, all is forgiven..because I found the Path" Jessie pressed the blade down more, Deacon tensed at the feeling "And you too shall find it, real soon" Jessie roughly tugged Deacon's leather jacket off "Take this off, now" Jessie ordered, removing his foot from Deacon's back, Deacon glared "Now, Deek" Deacon lifted himself up, pulling off his leather jacket "I want your back bare, St. John" Jessie looped his thumbs in his belt loops, Deacon complied, stripping his torso bare "You have to be cleansed before your set on the path" Jessie brought the knife into view.

Deacon didn't want to lie about how scared he was, Jessie Williamson was about to carve out his back for what he did to him all those years ago "I thought you said no hard feelings" Deacon grumbled, Jessie scoffed "There isn't any, I just told you, you need to be-" "Cleansed, yeah I got that" Jessie glared, shoving Deacon down again with his boot.

Deacon's hands balled into tight and sweaty fists at the feeling of Jessie above him, getting ready to cut into him "I have you where I want you, Deek" Deacon inhaled sharply, feeling the knife dig deep into his skin with ease, Jessie sighed, sounding pleased with himself, the knife continued to glide down Deacon's back, his pained cries filling the room, Jessie was halfway down one side of his tattoo when the dangerous click of a gun sounded next to his ear.

"Mongrel Princess" (Y/n) stood beside him, aiming a pistol to the Ripper's bald head, he paused his actions, her eyes filled with worry as she saw the state of her older brother, blood oozed from the large cut on his back "Don't worry..he's not dead" her eyes trailed back to Jessie, burning with hate, Jessie hid the knife from her sight.

"Get away from him" She barked, Jessie nodded, pushing himself off his knees, as he rose, he swung the hand that held the knife at (Y/n)'s inner thigh, she gasped, dropping to her knees, Jessie stood up, pointing the knife to her neck "You almost got me, Princess" Carlos smirked, (Y/n) clutched a hand to her wound, she brought the gun back up but not before Jessie kicked her hand, knocking the gun out of her grasp, she gasped and groaned, hand throbbing in pain.

"The two St. John siblings, only one I'm missing is Boozer but he's not that far" Jessie sneered, (Y/n)'s eyes landed on Deacon, he was pulling himself onto his knees, hissing and gasping as his wound stretched with his muscles, he crawled to sit beside his sister "Look at this.." Jessie kneeled in front of them with a wide smirk on his face, he eyed the burn on (Y/n)'s upper arm, clicking his tongue. "That doesn't look too good, (Y/n)" he examined the burn closely, also minding her expression "That would be a second-degree burn you got there..meaning, you would still feel this" Jessie pressed his knife to the burn site, she screamed at the feeling of intense agony, tears trailed down her bruised face, he dragged the knife down the middle of the burn, ripping screams and cries from her throat.

Deacon couldn't stand his sister being tortured like this, Jessie made a full incision down her wound, he didn't stop there, dragging the knife along the rest of her uninjured arm, Deacon couldn't take it anymore "Jessie!" He cried, Jessie's eyes darted to Deacon "Stop it!" Jessie merely laughed "Please! Fucking stop!" He begged, grasping at her arm. "Jessie! She had nothing to do with any of this!" He yelled, his own tears slowly trailing down his cheeks "She didn't burn your tattoo off! Okay?! I did, remember?!" Deacon was mentally groveling at Jessie's feet, Jessie stopped his actions, pulling away from (Y/n), attention on Deacon "She was just there, she- she was a damn bystander that day!".

Jessie said nothing as he brought the bloodied knife up to Deacon's clavicle "You're right, Deek.." Jessie said under a low breath, pressing the knife into his skin, Deacon barred his teeth, Jessie jerked his hand right, making a slash across Deacon's collarbone, (Y/n) cringed, her hand mentally finding Deacon's clenched one, she could feel Deacon's hand soften almost instantaneously upon contact, their hands wounding together. Jessie brought the knife back to his clavicle, pushing the blade back in and jerking his hand to the left, slashing the other side of Deacon's collarbone, Deacon groaned loudly, gripping her hand tightly, (Y/n) cautiously looked around for the gun, seeing how close it was to her- was it in her reach? Of course not, she mentally rolled her eyes at where it was, just out of her reach, she'd have to throw herself to it if she was going to have a chance.

Her eyes went back to Deacon and Jessie, Jessie still carving him up, she'd have to do this now, she let go of Deacon's hand and her attention went to the gun, she readied herself, trying to make her intentions unknown, she took a deep breath, lunging her full body towards the gun. She was only able to move within mere inches of the weapon before an agonizing pain shot up from her calf, her hands barely grazed the grip as she cried out, she looked back to see Jessie with the knife plunged into her leg- deeply, she panted and turned, clawing her way to the gun, Jessie was pulling back on the knife, trying to stop her from moving any closer.

She desperately fought against Jessie's hold despite what he was using to hold her with, she grew frustrated because with every grasp, she could feel the gun's cool metal under her fingertips, taunting her, Jessie pulled even harder on the knife, making the injury even longer. She was fed up with it all as she cried out once more, mustering up the rest of her strength to reach for the gun, she got, she was able to grab it, she could cry even harder at her small victory, Jessie was able to pull her back towards him, unaware of her new finding.

(Y/n) quickly turned over on her back, aiming the gun at Jessie's head, Jessie froze "Get low, motherfucker!" She said through gritted teeth, shooting Jessie right in the middle of his forehead, he dropped instantly, (Y/n) eyed the knife in her leg, she pulled it out without hesitation, she panted heavily as she eyed the blade, she fell back on the floor "(Y/n)?" She barely heard Deacon's worried voice, she could feel him though. "(Y/n), stay with me" Deacon pleaded, hastily gathering his belongings, his heart dropped as her eyes closed, he immediately checked her pulse, he sighed heavily in relief as he realized she just passed out "Boozer!" Deacon called out, carefully but quickly scooping her up in his arms "Deek?!" Boozer replied, Deacon walked over to the hole in the floor.

"Oh Jesus, is (Y/n) okay?!" Boozer's voice was filled with worry "She just passed out, either from blood loss or she was just really exhausted- I don't know, we have to get her back to camp..!" Deacon slowly lowered his sister down into Boozer's waiting arms, Deacon dropped down after them "You don't look any better" Boozer eyed the blood still running down Deacon's chest "I-..I'll be fine, just worry about (Y/n)" Boozer hesitantly nodded, following after Deacon.

Deacon and Boozeman approached the bikes, Deacon pulled his med-kit out from his saddlebag, instructing Boozer to gently put her on the ground so he could tend to her wounds "This will do for now, stop her from losing anymore blood" he found a rubber band in the box- a tourniquet to slow blood flow, he tied it securely around the leg that had the deep cut, grabbing a bandage to put on the wound itself "Deek, what about you?" Boozer asked, still worried for his brother, he sighed and shook his head "Boozer, I said I'm fine, I'll deal with it later" he grumbled, clearly annoyed.

Deacon nodded once at his work, he did his best to bandage all of her wounds "It should do for now, Addy will be able to help her" he gestured for Boozer to put her on the back of his bike, they tied her wrists around Deacon's chest, securing her to him so she wouldn't fall off "Ready?" Boozer asked, watching Deacon adjust themselves, he nodded, revving his bike as they began to drive off.

They finally arrived at the camp, it was nearly morning "Someone's at the- wait, it's Deacon and Boozer" the gate creaked as it was pushed open, allowing them inside, they parked in the parking lot, Deacon quickly went to cut the ropes off of them, carefully getting off the bike and holding her up at the same time "Deek-" Boozer was about to say something "I'm fine" he cut him off, scooping her up into his arms and wasting no time as he lightly jogged to the infirmary.

He burst through the doors "Addy! Rikki!" He laid her down on a gurney "Add-" "Deacon" Addy came from around the corner "I was wondering where you all went" Deacon nodded "I'm sorry but I didn't come here for small talk" Deacon moved, putting his sister in full view for Addy, she gasped. "What happened?" She asked as she began to scrounge around for supplies, Deacon ran a hand through his dark hair "Rippers..Rippers happened" Addy nodded. "She was torched- same as Boozer, she has a long cut on her arm from the burn site, a cut on her calf and one on the inside of her thigh, multiple-..multiple bruises" Addy could see that Deacon was visibly stressed "Deacon.." She calmly said as she went to work on his sister "Go find Rikki, get her to help you, okay? I got her from here" Deacon nodded, leaving the infirmary.

It was around the middle of the day now, Deacon was fixed up, thanks to Rikki, he was sitting outside their cabin, eyeing Boozer's dog as it slept "Deek" Deacon's eyes darted to Rikki as she came up to him, she had no signs of concern on her face "Is..is she okay?" Deacon was almost afraid to ask "She's awake" Rikki said as Deacon shot up from his seat, joining Rikki as she walked back to the infirmary.

Deacon took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in his throat as he stood in the doorway "It's okay, Deacon" Rikki reassured him, gesturing him to keep coming, he could hear light laughing coming from inside, Deacon abandoned his doubts and followed the smaller brunette, he was almost blown away at the sight. (Y/n) was sitting up, smiling at Addy "Addy" Rikki said, their laughter stopped but their smiles stayed, Deacon's gaze found his sister's "Deacon" Addy stood "She's going to be fine, lost a bit of blood but nothing some good meals with red meat can't fix, as for the burn..a little worse than Boozer's but we caught it before it got even worse". "She'll make a full recovery as long as she uses the burn salve I gave her and she keeps it clean" he nodded "In other words, she's all patched up, not good to go though, she still needs to rest" Addy gently patted his shoulder, letting them have some time alone together.

"Hey.." (Y/n) was the first to speak, patting the spot next to her, he sat down beside her "How are you doing?" She asked, unconsciously finding his hand again with her own "Me? I'm fine, how are you?" Deacon stared at their hands together "Deacon, really" she said again, he sighed. "Physically, I really am fine except for the cut on my back- shit still kinda hurts, mentally, I'm not really sure.." She nodded, she gently squeezed his hand "I was scared..scared for you, scared for me, I didn't know if I was going to make it out, and then you came along..saved us both" he smiled slightly.

"And then turns out it was Jessie fucking Williamson, back from the dead and out for revenge despite what he said" Deacon exhaled shakily "At one point when we were there, I thought you were dead.." He admitted, sounding almost ashamed "But I'm not, I'm right here, Deek" she squeezed his hand again. "I know..this whole ordeal was terrifying" she nodded, leaning her head against Deacon's shoulder, Deacon laid his head against hers "I'm so glad you're okay.." Deacon said, voice barely above a whisper "You too, big brother" she replied, they spent the next few hours silently cherishing each other's company until Addy said it was time for (Y/n) to rest.

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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 5 years

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Deacon St. John || Someone Worth Living For

A/n: I can thank my sissy for this idea! Love you, sis! Gonna drop a warning for a couple of sensitive topics.

⚠️MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION AND SUICIDE. DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF THESE TOPICS ARE SENSITIVE OR TRIGGERING⚠️

Besides that, I hope you all enjoy! Love you all!!! ••••••••••••••••••••

***HAS NOT BEEN PROOFREAD! PLEASE NOTIFY ME OF ANY ERRORS!!!***

***** Prompt: Deacon and Boozer come across a massacre of people in the middle of the highway. While searching for who could've committed such an act, they discover you—the lone survivor of the massacre. *****

~3rd Person POV~

Deacon and Boozer drove their bikes through the Cascade region, taking in the fresh air that was tainted every now and then with the foul smell of Freaks and rotting corpses. The trees rustled in the breeze, creating a peaceful ambiance until the sound of infected ravaged the tranquil atmosphere.

On the highway near Horse Creek, the drifters braked harshly when a gruesome sight laid before them. Bodies scattered across the road and blood seeping into the cracks of the asphalt created a small blockade. The heavy stench of iron filled the air from the immense amount of blood painting the highway and abandoned cars alongside the shoulder.

"Jesus..." Boozer sighed in disbelief, eyes wide in horror. "Who the hell could've done this?"

Deacon dismounted his bike and slowly approached the bloody massacre. He kneeled beside one of the victims, examining the deep gashes and three letters carved into his forehead. "Fucking Rippers. That's who did this."

"Murdered all these people in cold blood... I've never seen them kill this many people at once, though," Boozer commented as he cautiously stepped over the bodies of the deceased.

"Yeah, well..." Deacon stood up with a scrunched up nose from the smell of blood. "Rippers always know how to hit an all-time low. The bodies are a few hours old."

"Which means they couldn't have gotten far," Boozer adds.

"You up for some Ripper hunting?" Deacon inquired.

"Always am, brother," he responded with a smug grin.

When the drifters turned on their heels to return to their motorcycles, a hand lunged out and gripped onto Deacon's ankle. Frightened by the unexpected touch, he whipped out his handgun and aimed it by his foot with a fierce glare. Seeing who the hand belonged to, his eyes widened and he swiftly withdrew his pistol. "Holy shit..."

"Please..." The woman begged, voice hoarse and weak. "Kill me..."

Deacon was flabbergasted at her request. "What—no. No, no, no, no. We're gonna get you help." He examined her tattered, bloodied body. By the way she was crawling, he knew she couldn't walk. "Boozeman!"

William heard Deacon's shout and ran over. He spotted the woman on the ground, who was struggling to keep her eyes open. "Jesus... She's still alive."

"We need to get her to Cope's. It's the closest encampment with medical supplies," Deacon said as he hoisted the injured woman to her feet. He grabbed one of her arms and tossed it across his shoulders while his other arm went around her waist to keep her from tripping.

"They don't have a proper doctor," Boozer brought to light. "Her best bet of surviving is Lost Lake. Addy's the only person who can help her."

"She can't possibly make the trip in her current state." Deacon slowly helped the woman over to his bike with Boozer a few feet behind in case he needed help. "We'll take her to Cope first and see what someone can do. Once she can handle the ride, we'll take her to Addy. Hopefully it won't be too late."

Deacon and Boozer helped the woman mount the motorcycle, desperately trying not to aggravate the numerous of wounds littered across her body. She was able to maintain a grip on the sides of the bike to steady herself as Deacon swiftly claimed the seat in front of her. With impuissant arms, she wound them around his waist and slumped her body against his back. Her blood smeared on the back of the cut and Deacon could feel the warm, crimson liquid seeping through. He didn't care if the blood would stain his clothes. He was more worried about her bleeding out before they reached Copeland's Camp.

On the drive to the encampment, Deacon kept the woman awake by asking her questions. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)," she replied feebly. "Who're you two?"

"Name's Deacon. That's Boozer," the drifter nodded towards his fellow Mongrel. "What happened out there?"

"We are... were just a group looking for a safer place to stay. Rippers attacked us on the highway, and they tortured us for hours. When no one would join them, they went straight to killing us."

"How did you survive?" He inquired curiously with a hint of amazement in his voice.

"Playing dead is easy when you feel like you're dying," she solemnly answered. "The pain... it's unbearable—mentally and physically. All those people... they were my family. And now, they're all dead."

"I'm... I'm sorry you had to go through that," Deacon responded melancholically.

(Y/n) lowered her gaze, (e/c) eyes locking onto the firearm tethered to his thigh. Her fingers twitched as her mind raced to how she would grab it without alarming Deacon. "You've nothing to apologize for. It's not like you're one of the Rippers who killed them." Slowly, she unlatched one of her hands from the front of his cut and slithered it towards the handgun. The metal glinted in the sun, tempting and taunting her further.

By the time she curled her fingers around the grip of the pistol, the bike suddenly came to a halt in front of Copeland's Camp. (Y/n) mentally cursed herself for prolonging the inevitable and moved her hand back to the drifter's cut as the gate slid open. Deep down, she believed she'd either take her own life or bleed out before the day ends.

Even though (Y/n) took her time to dismount the bike, the second her feet touched the ground, her entire world spun and the edges of her vision were splotched with darkness. Her body tilted forward, but Deacon caught her before she could collapse to the ground. "Shit... This is bad," he muttered with a small growl.

"I'll find someone. You just try to keep her awake." Boozer stormed off in search of anyone with medical knowledge.

Deacon watched (Y/n)'s head lull to the side helplessly. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her over to Manny's workshop. "Clear a table!"

Manny was perplexed as to the drifter's demand, but he didn't argue due to his slight fear of the man. "Over here!" He pushes everything off one of the many tables scattered around his work area and helped Deacon rest (Y/n)'s body on the metal surface. "What happened to her?" The mechanic questioned, eyes dancing across the numerous of cuts and large amount of blood covering her body.

"A damn massacre. Rippers took out a group of maybe twenty to twenty-five people. She's the only survivor," Deacon replied, eyes glued to (Y/n). He saw her eyelids drooping and his heart raced with concern at the sight. He smacked the side of her cheek to rouse her from falling victim to the darkness. "Hey, hey, (Y/n). You've gotta stay awake, alright? Boozer'll be back with help any second now."

Two pairs of rushing footsteps splashed through the mud over to the workshop. One man was Boozer while the other was a man who seemed to be in his late forties. In his arms was a cardboard box of medical supplies. He placed it on the table by (Y/n)'s feet and immediately took out what all he needed. He eyed the three other men around him. "I'm going to need all three of you to help. Grab a cloth and wet it with hydrogen peroxide. We need to clean all the wounds to keep them from getting infected, but it's all we'll be able to do for her."

"She's still losing blood. You don't have any stitches?" Deacon questioned.

"I do, but it's not enough to close all her wounds," the man explained.

"Use them. Lost Lake has a real doctor who can help. We just need her to be in a condition where she'll make it there alive," Deacon responded, beginning to clean the shallow cuts along her left arm and neck.

Boozer handled the wounds along her left leg while the man and Manny handled the right side of (Y/n)'s body. As they purged the numerous cuts of germs, the woman's lips twitched as she weakly tried to keep herself from crying out. She bit the inside of her cheek while gripping the side of her shorts to fight against the urge to scream.

"You three are gonna have to hold her down while I stitch up the deeper wounds," the unnamed man said as he threaded the surgical needle. He glanced at (Y/n), who was looking at him with half-lidded eyes. "I'm not gonna lie—this is gonna hurt. We don't have anything to numb the cuts."

"J-Just get it over with," she whimpered.

As the man stitched up her wounds, (Y/n) lost consciousness.

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A few hours passed before (Y/n) stirred from her unconscious state. She could hear voices and spot a couple of blurry figures as she slowly opened her eyes, her vision beginning to clear up. The only person she recognized was Deacon. He was standing beside a woman, their voices melding together as they argued.

"She needs to go to Lost Lake as soon as possible, Deek," the woman in the green jacket said.

"She can't handle the ride, Rikki," Deacon replies vehemently.

"The longer you keep her here, the less time Addy has to prevent her from kicking the bucket!" The woman, Rikki, retorts.

(Y/n) couldn't stand their arguing and pushed her body up into a sitting position. The tinges of pain from the stitches, cuts, and bruises caused her to wince as she swung her legs over the side of the table. She still was knocking on Death's door and wanted him to answer before she picked the lock and invited herself in. Staggering as she walked away from the argument, (Y/n) searches for a way out of the camp before Deacon notices. In her head, she kept apologizing to the drifter and his friend for help, but she felt her life was over. With the only family she had now dead, she felt nothing but emptiness.

(Y/n) managed to exit the camp with some persuasion and lying. The woman guarding the gate opened it and allowed her to leave. Gradually, she walked down the dirt road and didn't look back. Reaching the highway after what felt like a long walk, her entire body was screaming in pain. Her mind was blank as she pushed through the agony and trudged down the Santiam Highway. She prayed a Freaker would come along and end her suffering, but not even a Newt was in sight.

The sound of a motorcycle speeding down the road grabbed (Y/n)'s attention. The noise crescendoed, signaling the bike was getting closer. She knew exactly who it was, but she ignored the ruckus and pushed forward.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Deacon shouted as he pulled his bike in front of (Y/n), blocking her path. The woman didn't answer and walked around the motorcycle. He briskly dismounted his bike and stalked after her. "You've got a death wish?"

(Y/n) abruptly stopped. She spun around, facing the drifter with a few tears streaming down her cheeks. "As a matter of fact, I do!" Deacon was utterly shocked and froze as he listened to her sudden outburst. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat and exhaled shakily. "Those people weren't just another group to me! They were my family! I lost everything when the outbreak happened. My husband, my daughter, my sister... Everything! They were... They were the first thing I had that was actually real in this fucked up world. What's the point in living if the one thing worth living for is dead?"

Unbeknownst to (Y/n), her words struck a chord deep inside Deacon. He knew exactly how she felt, but unlike her, he still had Boozer. All she's ever known since the world crumbled into pieces was gone. Anyone who knew of such pain would be desperate to find a way out of the hellish world they lived in.

"Wandering off in hopes something or someone will kill you is never the answer, (Y/n)," Deacon retaliates.

"It may not be the answer, but it's the only way the suffering will end," she retorts with a bland chuckle. "Why should I give a shit about a world where everyone I've ever loved is dead? By the look on your face, I can tell you've lost someone, too."

"I'm not gonna let you kill yourself and that's final. Get on the damn bike," he commanded. "We're going to Lost Lake. Addy will be able to take a better look at you."

(Y/n) bit her tongue knowing she wouldn't win against the hardheaded drifter. "Fine."

Deacon's body visibly relaxed as he heard her response. He took a deep breath, calming his racing heart. He watched closely as the woman passed him and mounted the motorcycle before joining her. He started up the bike, revving the engine. Mentally, he prayed Addy would be able to heal (Y/n) and rid her of these venomous thoughts that plagued her mind.

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It's been almost nine months since then. Addy was able to heal all of (Y/n)'s injuries with the medical supplies she had access to at Lost Lake. Scars were scattered across the (h/c)-haired woman's body from where the Rippers had sliced her flesh during the attack.

Deacon visited (Y/n) every chance he was given to see how she was doing. The two grew closer as she traveled down the long road of healing. On the outside she was happy, sweet, and kind. But underneath, she was still a complete mess. Addy had warned the drifter of (Y/n)'s deepening depression and how she was no longer allowed in the infirmary due to the myriads of sharp objects. The doctor discovered her inside the building trying to stab herself with a knife, resulting in her ban.

One day, Addy has been searching for (Y/n) when Deacon rode into the camp. He saw the frightened and frantic expression on the doctor's face as she rushed around. "What's going on?"

"I can't find (Y/n). She was supposed to see me this morning so I could give her another checkup, but she hasn't shown up."

Rikki wandered over when she heard Addy's flustered voice. "If you're looking for (Y/n), Buzz said he saw her riding out of camp about an hour ago. Is there a problem?"

"(Y/n)'s completely unstable. These past few days, I've had to keep her locked in one of the cabins to keep her away from anything and everything she could possibly use to hurt herself. God only knows what she'll do to herself out there." Addy eyed Deacon with a frown. "Deek, I need you to find her and bring her back safely."

"Already ahead of you, Doc." The drifter returned to his bike with Rikki and Addy close behind.

"Listen to me, Deek," Addy begged. "You're the only one who can snap her out of it."

"I'm not a doctor," he counters.

"I've seen the way you look at her. Tell her before you lose someone else you care about. Be careful when approaching her. Who knows what she'll do."

Deacon fell silent before replying with a small nod. "I'll bring her back."

"Radio us when you find her," Rikki added.

"Will do."

Deacon left Lost Lake Camp and followed (Y/n)'s trail all the way back to the Cascade region. He discovered one of Lost Lake's bike exactly where he and Boozer discovered the massacre. The blood had been washed away from the constant rainfall in the past few months. What baffled him the most was all the bodies were missing. He ignored his curiosity and kept his sights set on (Y/n).

Trekking down the small incline, Deacon searches the woods for the woman. He weaves through the thick foliage, following the boot imprints in the saturated ground. Upon entering a small clearing, the drifter spotted a familiar silhouette looming over fresh piles of dirt. He cautiously approached (Y/n), remembering what Addy told him before he left. When he was only a few feet away, she turned around when she heard him shuffle through a pile of leaves. "Hey, Deek."

The casual greeting caught Deacon off guard. He discarded his caution when he saw the calm expression on her face. He stood beside (Y/n) and peered at the sight before him. "Are these...?"

"Graves—yes. I came out here today to finish the markings."

Deacon stared at the numerous of graves, noting the markers were made from carved stone. He pointed to the dirt piles with slightly widened eyes. "You did all this?"

"It took a few months, but I finally finished a few days ago. I've been sneaking out of the camp at night to come here. Buzz has been covering for me," (Y/n) replied. "And before you ask, I'm fine. Addy's kinda blowing my condition out of the water. Did she tell you about the knife incident?"

"No, she didn't."

"I went into the infirmary one day to find a knife to carve the stones, but she completely misinterpreted it completely. And that's how I was banned from the infirmary." She kneeled down and placed a stone on the grave in front of her. "I... I appreciate all of what you've done for me, Deacon. It took nine months for me to finally say it. Better late than never, I guess."

"Yeah, well, I'm not good at expressing myself, either," he comments.

(Y/n) grinned with a chuckle and nudged her elbow into his side playfully. "Oh, I know. You suck at it. Although, I've gotta admit—you're very blunt and to the point."

Deacon smirked at her response. "Not like you've got room to talk."

The woman shrugged her shoulders. "Too true. Guess we've got something in common."

Their conversation ended, sparking an awkward silence. (Y/n) inhaled deeply before exhaling. She circled around the graves, leaves and branches crunching under her boots. She rearranged a few of the markers before brushing her hands together to rid her hands of dirt. "Guess we better head back to Lost Lake to keep Addy from sending an army after us." She swiveled on her heels and headed towards the highway.

Deacon outstretched his arm and grabbed ahold of her arm before she could walk away. "Before that..."

"Oh, no..." (Y/n) sighed worriedly. "Did Addy say something else?"

"Uh..."

She raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth quirking upward. "She did! What was it?"

The drifter glanced down at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck. He pondered whether if now was truly the perfect time to tell (Y/n) his feelings for her or if he should wait a little longer.

The woman's eyes narrowed then suddenly shot wide open when she recognized the expression. "Wait, I know that look." She smirked like a child who just was told a little secret. "It's the same look my husband gave me when he was trying to ask me out for the first time. Do you... like me?"

Deacon scoffed, trying to play it off. "Of course not."

"Aw, that's a shame," (Y/n) falsified a pout. It was quickly rewritten with a smug grin. She grasped onto the front of his cut with both hands and yanked him down to her height, pressing her lips against his in a chaste kiss. It was a short kiss, but it was enough to satisfy both individuals.

(Y/n) released her grip on Deacon, the familiar smirk returning to her face as she admired the speechless and petrified drifter in front of her. "Because I like you way more than a friend. It's thanks to you that I've been able to work past the depression. It's still there, but you always know how to make me feel better." She took a few steps past him before turning to glance at him over her shoulder, smiling beautifully. "I've found someone worth living for again."

#days gone #days gone x reader #deacon st john x reader #deacon x reader #female reader

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boozergray · 5 years

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Okay so I’ve basically spent the last day just playing Days Gone and doing nothing else and it’s honestly been such a blast plus I’ve made a shit ton of progress with the main storyline and I have lots of feels.

The whole storyline with Carlos/Jessie and the reason why the Rippers were targeting Deacon and Boozer specifically was something I really enjoyed, like the idea of something from their past coming back to haunt them after the end of the world. And then Lisa returning in that arc was just a stab in the feels and I really hope that when all is said and done she winds up somewhere safe and sound and can find a way to live her life.

When Deacon and Boozer go to blow up the dam, I struggled so much. Like I’m not the best shot to begin with and then you add in small targets at a distance twitching like crazy and I just struggle. Big time.

Skizzo’s betrayal wasn’t shocking by any stretch of the imagination. He was always going to be a scum bag causing problems. And I’m looking forward to him and Deek crossing paths again and just getting to kick his ass.

Having to say goodbye to Boozer was one of the most heart wrenching moments in the game for me. And I think the fact that once you go over the mountain pass you’re locked out of the rest of the map kind of helps with a feeling of isolation for Deacon.

THE FUCKING RAGER BEAR NO THANK YOU OMFG

I like Captain Kouri, he seems like an okay guy but I’m definitely not cool with him having the Mongrels ring.

THE REUNION WITH SARAH OMFG MY FEELS like okay Sarah being alive was no shock for me but it was still such an emotional scene and then just how the two of them don’t really seem to know how to be around each other after all this time it’s so raw and I love it

Everyone referring to Sarah as the Wizard Island Witch and Deacon just like clenching his jaw ready to start a fight like you know he just wants to around shouting John Mulaney style “THATS MY WIFE”

Going on the run with Sarah to the college in Chemult and them having a chance to kind of talk away from all the others and see each other in action was really great and then the scene where she goes in and gets cornered and Deacon finds her surrounded by dead freakers and she just keeps pulling the trigger even though she’s out of bullets was such a powerful raw gut wrenching moment and it honestly kind of reminded me in The Last of Us when Joel finds Ellie just stabbing the shit out of David even after he’s clearly dead like I know it’s not exactly the same but idk it had a similar vibe to me also just you can see how much Deacon wants to comfort her

The whole bit with Sarah at Cloverdale and finally having confirmation that her research was a part of what started everything and how she never wanted her research to be used for anything dangerous or harmful and the guilt she feels about the part she played is heartbreaking.

But getting to radio Boozer from Cloverdale made me so freaking happy omg I miss him so much. I just want to go back to Lost Lake and give Jack the toy I found and hang out with Boozeman and have a happy life.

I really hate that Doctor Jimenez was killed so soon after being introduced, he seemed like just a genuinely good guy left in all this and I wish he would’ve been around for more. Also when he wanted to go out on a run with Deacon he looked so eager to get out and get his hands dirty.

And then there’s Wade who I also really liked, like despite being a twitchy spaz who probably shouldn’t have lasted as long in this as he did in this shit. And then for him to be the one responsible Jimenez’s death and then Deacon giving him the overdose so he wouldn’t have to hang in front of everyone was just heartbreaking.

@chuckhansen

#days gone #deacon st john #boozer gray #sarah whitaker #dg spoilers #game: days gone #char: deacon st john #char: boozer gray #char: sarah whitaker #julieplaysvideogames*

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cowboyghosthunter · 5 years

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I really need some more Days Gone content

#days gone #deacon st john #deek #ps4 #boozeman #solopadawan #redgs

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cowboyghosthunter · 5 years

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Has this been done yet?

#john st deacon #deek #days gone #ps4 #sony #solopadawan #redgs #boozeman

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cowboyghosthunter · 5 years

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I'm begging someone to make a replica of Deek's ring

#days gone #deek #deacon st john #boozeman #solopadawan #redgs #ps4 #sony

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loversdelusion · 3 years

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Days Scattered

Deacon St. John x St. John!Reader

Part 2 of 3

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Deacon spent the next day orchestrating a plan of rescue, much to his own dismay, Rikki convinced him that he couldn't go in blindly shooting or both of them might not come back, Deacon was deep in thought, his mind constantly racing over what was happening to you.

(Y/n) groaned in pain, her head and wrists were aching, she didn't know why they were aching but she got her answer when she opened her eyes to her wrists being strung up to two thick branches, she was in a candlelit room, words were crudely written on the wall in blood, sharp dead branches littered the room, she assumed it was the Ripper's definition of decoration.

"Shit.." She rolled her head, doing her best to stretch her neck muscles, (Y/n) lazily tugged against the bindings, seeing how secure they were, seeing they were tied pretty firmly against her, she still kept tugging, despite the burning sensation of the ropes digging into her wrists "Dammit!" She exclaimed in frustration, sighing heavily as nothing was happening.

The sound of approaching footsteps sent her alertness to 11, her eyes darting to the door across from her, the door slowly opened, it's hinges creaking steadily, a Ripper was in the doorway, this one seemed different than the others, held a more powerful aura. "Carlos.." She said, weakly as she came to the realization of who this was, Carlos let out a small smirk "Mongrel Princess, when the group I sent out told me they were successful in catching a Mongrel, I never expected it to be you.." Carlos took slow but calculated steps to where she was bound.

Carlos stood two steps in front of her "Oh my, should've told them to be gentle, I would have if I knew I was dealing with precious cargo" Carlos leaned closer, (Y/n) could see his numerous cuts more clearly, she leaned back as far as she could.

"The little St. John" Carlos declared, almost proudly, (Y/n)'s gaze hardened, she looked to be thinking hard, her face contorted into a look of shock "Jessie.." She muttered quietly, Carlos barely picked it up "Jessie Willamson.." Carlos pulled away, sighing lowly "That is not my name, not anymore, I soon won't have a name at all, we renounce our names to rid of our pain" he stated "As do all Ripper's".

"Deacon had a hand in torching your Mongrel tattoo off after you murdered someone in the MC over drugs..I was there, I watched them drag you into the old safehouse, Deacon told me to stay in Jack's car and to turn on the radio while they dealt with you" (Y/n)'s gaze darted at Carlos. "I came out of the car after awhile, Deacon came out of the safehouse and from the second he opened the door, I smelled burnt flesh and I saw your body on the table, bloody and torched, thought you were dead but guess I was wrong" Carlos let out a breathless chuckle. "I have found the path, and soon you, your brother and Boozer..will be forcefully put on the path, as for you..you will be my wife" Carlos sneered, leaning closer to her, she could almost feel his breath on her face "Fuck off, I'm not marrying you" she replied, kicking him in the thigh, Carlos let out a low growl "But first, you must be cleansed" Carlos eyed her left arm which was covered by her shirt, he looked away and down next to her, he picked up a blowtorch.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened at what he was about to do "You touch me with that and I will shove that so far up your ass, you'll turn into a dragon" she tensed against the binds as he lit the torch, it's ominous blue glow lighting the small distance between Carlos and (Y/n)'s facial features. "Princess, you must be cleansed as I have" Carlos held a dangerous look in his eyes, he grabbed a knife, cutting through her shirt's sleeve with ease, he ripped it off once the fabric was thin enough, he exposed her inked skin to his insane stare, (Y/n)'s arm was tattooed with a whole sleeve that reached from her shoulder and down to the back of her hand "My, my..your whole arm is tainted, that's not good" he tutted, bringing the torch back up again.

Sweat was rolling down her face in beads, her chest heaving heavily, Carlos brought the blowtorch closer to her arm, she began to feel the white hot heat of it, nearing closer and closer with every second "You'll pay for what Deacon did" Carlos muttered lowly, (Y/n)'s whole body jolted and tensed at the feeling of the hot flame torching her tattoo off, she screamed, gritting her teeth together tightly, tears welled up in her pained (e/c) eyes.

Carlos brought the torch away, admiring the small patch of melted skin on her shoulder, the smell of burned skin wafted in the air, (Y/n) almost gagged at the scent, Carlos said nothing as he brought the torch back to her skin, burning another patch of her tattoo off, she yelped, thrashing wildly against the ropes, trying desperately to back away from the crazed Ripper, the pain was unbearable and she begged to God that she would black out already. Her head lulled forward, the pain from being tortured mentally and physically exhausted her "No, no, Princess, you stay with me" Carlos patted at her tear-stained cheek, Carlos roughly gripped at her chin, pulling her face to look at her arm.

(Y/n)'s jaw clenched at the sight, more hot tears trailing down her face, it was burned up to the middle of her bicep, words refused to be spoken at the sight of her arm, the top layer of her skin was completely gone, she could just see black charred, bloodied patches of the tissue underneath, it was a stark difference compared to the rest of her untouched arm "Don't worry, Princess..I'll cherish you regardless" Carlos was pressing his face into her hair, inhaling heavily at her scent, but she ignored it, too traumatized at her injury to fight back anymore.

Deacon made it into the Ripper's camp, Boozer right behind him on his bike "You remember the plan?" Deacon spoke in a loud voice over the roar of the engine "Yeah, blow the dam, drown the rats, kill Carlos and save (Y/n)" Boozer replied, Deacon didn't acknowledge it, keeping his attention forward on the road. They approached the dam "You know how to do this, right?" Deacon asked, raising a dark brow at the one handed man beside him, Boozer shook his head with a chuckle "Easy as riding a bike" Deacon rolled his eyes "Are you sure? I mean, I know how to do this, I was in the army for God's sake" Boozer shook his head again "I got this, brother, just watch my back".

Deacon guarded Boozer as best as he could, keeping the Ripper's that attacked off of him, Boozer was on the last charge "You sure this is gonna work?" Boozer asked over the walkie talkie "You doubting my plan?" Deacon replied, a teasing lilt in his voice "It's..it's a lot of water, it'll get 'em" Deacon said "If you believe it, I will too" Boozer said, a few seconds later. Boozer approached the last detonation site, Deacon sniping the Ripper's that attacked with ease "How's it going, Boozeman?" Deacon asked, a wary tone in his voice "Hey, it's not easy with one hand" Boozer replied "Just hurry it up" Boozer rolled his eyes "I got it!" Boozer started into a dead sprint, trying to put as much distance as possible between him and the dam "Get the hell out of there, Boozer!" Deacon yelled, waiting for his friend to catch up.

The explosives went off, sending a shockwave and tremors through the surrounding area, the blast knocked Deacon and Boozer on their asses "Christ!" Deacon shouted as he covered his face to protect it from the brief blast of heat, the area darkened as the light from the bomb died down, Deacon and Boozer let out a laugh "Fucking hell" Boozer exclaimed as he sat up, Deacon helping him to a stand. They looked at what was left of the blast, tons of water was still rushing through, big chunks of debris was being swept towards the campsite "Lets get going" Deacon nudged Boozer's arm, both of them setting off into a jog.

Carlos left (Y/n) alone for a bit, saying something about Deacon and Boozer needing to be here to change too, her head was hanging, exhaustion taking its hold on the beaten and battered girl, the sound of the door opening was heard but she paid no mind to it, lighter footsteps approached her, she still ignored them. "Hey.." it was a girl's voice, (Y/n) weakly lifted her head, her bloodshot eyes met the worried ones of Lisa, a girl her brother saved a while back "Lisa..?" Her voice was weak, barely there, Lisa was bald, cuts littered her body, the signature 'R.I.P' symbol carved into her forehead. "That's not my name.." Lisa grabbed a knife nearby, gingerly grabbing hold of the uninjured part of her arm "Ripper's are cleansed of their pain, and made into a new person once they completely abandon their name..and I have" she cut the rope and (Y/n)'s arm limply fell to her side, a sharp jolt of pain shot through her body as her shoulder muscles stretched, pulling at her healthy and injured skin, she yelped, hissing at the sensation, Lisa cut the other rope.

(Y/n) was unprepared to hold her full weight, she collapsed into Lisa, who barely caught the older woman "I-..I can't" (Y/n) whispered weakly, Lisa helped her stand fully "Yes, you can" she quietly said words of encouragement "Your brother might be here, the dam was blown, the camp is flooded" hearing the mention of Deacon lit a small fire of hope for her. "C'mon, I know a way out but you need to walk" Lisa held her at arms length again, (Y/n) grunted in pain at the bruising on her legs, she closed her and sighed heavily, willing the pain away "I'm right behind you.." She said quietly, crouching low behind her as she walked out of the room "I'll meet you outside" Lisa said in a rushed whisper, walking ahead of her.

(Y/n) eyed the room she was in now and if she wS being honest at all, she felt a lot safer in the room she was being held in, (Y/n) carefully stalked towards the Ripper slashing up a survivor, who looked nearly dead, she grabbed the Ripper, wrapping her hand tightly over his mouth and slicing his neck open with the knife Lisa left her, she helped the body quietly fall to the ground "So, you wanna find the Path, huh? Let me help you, motherfuckers" she said through gritted teeth, wiping the blood on the knife against her pant leg.

She cleared the whole room, silently mourning the losses of the survivors that she couldn't save, she opened a set of double doors, it opened to a skywalk, she walked into another set of double doors but they were already open, it had a small staircase inside that led into another room. This one had a group of Ripper's in it "There's too many" she said under her breath, she carefully walked towards the door instead, hoping they wouldn't see her, she sighed in relief at breathing in fresher air than what was inside.

Deacon and Boozer fought their way into the lodge, killing every Ripper and Freak they saw "What if she's not here?" Deacon rose an irritated brow at Boozer "Like not at the lodge but somewhere else in their territory" Deacon's stare left the one handed man "We look for her, and I don't care if we have to kill every single one of them to do that, they're all fucking dying tonight anyway" Deacon grumbled, venom in his tone.

(Y/n) panted, having escaped the area where she was held, she was too scared and exhausted to go look for her little bit of things, she was grateful that she decided to pack light today, bringing merely a boot knife and handgun, her jacket she could part without, again she packed light to just go out on a bounty run, not to get attacked by Ripper's.

She ran through the fields, trying her best to remember which way the lodge was, she prayed to whatever was left out there that Deek would find her or she would find him, she could hear the shouts and yells of the Ripper's, finally discovering that she escaped, this only fueled her adrenaline, running even faster.

She wasn't completely aware of her surroundings, not realizing she was crossing a road or that a Ripper was on patrol there, but the Ripper was aware of her, the female Ripper lunged at her, successfully knocking her to the ground, (Y/n) yelped in pain as she landed on her injured arm, she scrambled to her feet as fast as she could, realizing she was in danger "Where you off to in such a hurry, little girl?" The Ripper rasped, a sickening smirk on her face, (Y/n) growled, clutching her knife as tightly as possible, the Ripper was armed with a club, nails embedded at the tip of it.

(Y/n) sliced through the air, the blade connected with nothing, the Ripper laughed wildly as she swung the club around, (Y/n) narrowly dodging every swing, (Y/n) swung again, the blade cut into the Ripper's skin, the Ripper kicked at (Y/n)'s hand that held the knife, successfully knocking it out of her hand, (Y/n) cried out at the pain, she was now left defenseless, the Ripper still having her weapon. The Ripper swung once more, this time (Y/n) ducked low, the attack barely missing her head, she could feel the swing send a gush of air across the top of her head, (Y/n) saw an opportunity of attack and she took it.

(Y/n) kicked the Ripper in the kneecap, the Ripper's knee easily snapping backwards at the force of her kick, the Ripper doubled over, screaming in pain at her broken leg, (Y/n) hastily came to a stand, glaring down at the Ripper who tried her best to still grab her, she eyed the leg, cringing as she saw the bone protruding through the skin. "Guess eating shit and dirt all day didn't do you any good" the Ripper growled "You little bitch!" (Y/n) took two steps toward her, standing directly above her head "Get low, bitch" (Y/n) said as she stomped hard on the Ripper's head, a chill creeped up her spine at hearing the sickening crack of the Ripper's skull caving in.

(Y/n) kept going, she could see the lodge across the field she was in, the dam was indeed blown up, the damage from the water was strong but they deserved it, they all did, she trudged on, despite her legs protesting. She paused in her steps as she heard a light staticy noise- like from a radio, she scrambled to find it instantly, scrounging around through all the debris and looking around in the vehicles, she found the source of the noise, it was a walkie talkie, she grabbed it and immediately held down the talk button. "Deacon St. John, come back" she said, her voice nearly wavering, nothing yet "Boozer, Deacon, come in" she said again, more static reached her eyes, she sighed heavily, wanting to hit something but she held back "Deek, please come in" she begged, stray tears trailing down her dirt and blood covered skin.

Deacon cut through the last Ripper standing between him and Carlos, they went inside the lodge, both sighing in frustration at the lack of stairs "You're never gonna make it up there" Deacon grumbled, Boozer kicked a pillar that was next to him "Yeah, I know, I'll boost you up though, throw in an extra hit for me, will ya?" Boozer got into position to boost Deacon up to the second floor. "-con St. John, come back" Boozer and Deacon froze at the sudden voice blaring through Deacon's walkie talkie.

"Boozer, -eacon, come in" the signal was cutting up badly "Deek, please come in.." The voice came through loud and clear that time, Deacon gripped the device and pressed the button "(Y/n)?! (Y/n), is that you?" He released, white noise filled the air for what felt like forever. "Deacon..?" Her voice was low, Deacon felt like he could burst into tears "(Y/n), it's me..I'm here" Deacon replied, he could hear her sniffle, he could tell she was crying. "Deek, I wanna go home.." She sounded so weak, Deacon swore he'd kill everything here for making her like that "Wh-where are you?" Deacon asked, brows furrowed with worry.

"I made it out of where they were keeping me, I'm outside, on a road" Deacon nodded "Okay, just uh, come to the lodge, and be careful" Deacon pleaded "What are you going to do?" Her voice replied, Deacon's gaze hardened "Something that should have been done awhile ago" Deacon released the button, turning to Boozer "I'm ready".

#days gone #days gone x reader #deacon st john x reader #deacon st john #deacon x reader #pls like this #i love this game

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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 5 years

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Deacon St. John || Phantom in the Night [3/5]

A/n: Honestly, this short series might end up having 4 or 5 parts instead of 3. Not sure yet, but if it does, I'll make sure to fix the other parts.

⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

Hope you all enjoy! Love you all!!! •••••••••••••••••••••

***HAS NOT BEEN PROOFREAD! PLEASE NOTIFY ME OF ANY ERRORS!!!***

***** Prompt: With the chaos of the Ripper attack subsiding, you make the hasty decision to leave Lost Lake and head to Crater Lake. Fortunately for you, you won't be alone on the upcoming ride through Hell. *****

~3rd Person POV~

It felt like hours had passed by in a flash during the attack. (Y/n) had watched the Rippers terrorize the entire camp from far away, her heart aching as she heard the terrified screams of those who called the camp home. She ended up biting the tip of her thumbnail, pacing back and forth impatiently. If she rode into the camp, the Rippers wouldn't hesitate to grab her and take off.

A few minutes passed and (Y/n) saw the Rippers were retreating. Once they were out of the camp, she hopped onto her motorcycle, placed the mask over her face, and crossed the bridge, unable to wait for Deacon any longer.

Bodies littered the ground of the encampment, both Rippers and the people of Lost Lake. Their painful cries rang in her ears as she drove up to the lodge and dismounted her bike. Stepping through the front doors, she immediately heard arguing.

"Mike, you know I did it to protect us!" (Y/n) recognized the voice from anywhere. She peered around the corner, watching Skizzo fall to his knees in front of Iron Mike. "(Y/n) is Phantom and if we just hand her over, Carlos and his fuckin' followers will leave Lost Lake alone!"

Before Iron Mike could even respond, Deacon used his handgun to hit Skizzo in the face. "Maybe we should give your sorry ass to them instead."

"Enough!" Mike shouted, causing (Y/n) to flinch. "We are not giving anyone to the Rippers, got it?!"

"You're just gonna let him get away with this?!" Deacon yelled back.

"He will have a fair trial like everyone else!" The older man bellowed, scowling at the drifter. "We knew this attack was coming regardless of who's fault it is."

(Y/n) stepper around the corner, making her presence known. The sound of her boots against the hardwood grabbed all three men's attention. Skizzo reaches for the pistol by his side, but Deacon stomps on his hand before he could grab it. "Don't even think about it."

"(Y/n)," Iron Mike calls out.

The woman removed her mask with a sigh. "Mike, can I speak to you in private?"

"Let's head outside," Mike responded. (Y/n) followed behind the old man, not sparing Deacon a glance. She could feel his eyes on her back as she left the lodge with Mike. They walked down to the banks of the lake and decided to talk. "Is this about the attack?"

(Y/n) swallowed nervously. "Yes, it is."

"It is not your fault they attacked. I just want you to know that before you make any rash decisions."

"How long have you known I'm Phantom?"

"The first time I met you three months. The mask was peeking out of your backpack when you rode in with Deacon."

The woman couldn't help but laugh. "I really need to remember to zip that thing up."

"I want to thank you for all the help you've done for this camp. Taking out hordes, marauders, Rippers... Never thought I'd see the day where one woman would face a horde on her own," Iron Mike smiled warmly at her.

"I'm glad I could help," she smiled in response. "And now that you've said that, this next part is gonna be difficult to say."

The old man crossed his arms. "You think it's best to leave, don't you?"

(Y/n) nodded slowly. "Yes. The Thielsen Pass. I've been to Crater Lake plenty of times before I met Deek. If the Rippers want me, let them come. They won't make it far with the Deschutes County Militia prowling the region. It'll keep everyone here safe."

Mike glanced back at the lodge before meeting (Y/n)'s gaze. "You plan on going alone?"

"That's what I was gonna say next. It'll be difficult to leave without having Deacon follow, but I'm hoping you can distract him for an hour. That'll be enough time for me to gather my things, buy some ammo, and get the hell outta Lost Lake."

Mike respected her decision to leave and agreed. "Alright, I'll keep him occupied. Be careful out there, (Y/n)."

She smirked. "Always am."

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"Goddammit..." (Y/n) muttered as her bike's engine sputtered and smoke rose into the air. She hadn't even made it to Iron Butte before her engine burnt out. "Should've asked Buzz to look over the bike before I left."

Hopping off the motorcycle, she pushed it down the road until she reached a small house. She pushed it into the driveway and searched the house for anything useful. She discovered a couple dead in their bed in the bedroom, both individuals covered in blood and dismembered. By the carved skin and the three letters etched into their foreheads, she knew it was a band of Rippers. "I am gonna miss killing their asses when I leave," she grumbled, leaving the bedroom.

(Y/n) searches the remainder of the house. In the kitchen, she found a few pieces of scrap and a couple of rags. When she wandered into the living room, the sound of an approaching motorcycle. She peered out one of the shattered windows and saw a familiar bike approaching. "Shit, Mike... Guess he figured it out."

(Y/n) watched Deacon pull into the driveway next to her smoking bike. Without reservation, she hightailed it to the guest bedroom and hid in the closet. She sat down, hugging her knees close to her chest in hopes he wouldn't find her. "This is a stupid idea," she whispered, remembering how Deacon has amazing tracking skills. "He's gonna find me." She scooted into the darkest corner of the closet, but she still knew the drifter was going to find her.

From the closet, the woman heard Deacon's meter the house without a single word. By his footsteps, she knew he'd found her trail. (Y/n) rested her chin on top of her knees, waiting to be discovered. There was no point in escaping since her ride needed repairs and there was no way she could possibly outrun him.

Deacon's footsteps echoed from the hallway and (Y/n) looked out the slits of the closet door to see if she could spot him. When he rounded the corner and entered the guest room, she watched him stalk towards her hiding spot. The drifter slowly slid open the closet door and their eyes met. The woman raised her hand and weakly waved. "Hey, Deek. Didn't expect to see you here. I guess you figured out Mike was stalling you."

"Yeah, well..." Deacon sat down beside her, reclining against the back of the closet. "Mike never rush his mouth that much. I figured something was up. And besides, you still got my cut."

"Ouch. And here I thought you liked me. Guess that kiss was to just shut me up." (Y/n) released her knees and stretched them out in front of her. "Your cut's in my backpack. I'll get it for you and you can be on your way." She stood up and left the closet.

Deacon flew to his feet, disbelief written all over his face. "You're out of your goddamn mind if you think I'm gonna let you go that easily."

(Y/n) leered at the drifter as she stopped and turned to face him. "As much as I love you, I'm not dragging you along with me. You might be wanted like me, but at least Rippers weren't gonna wipe out an entire camp just to get to you." She turned her back to him, making her way through the living and to the front door.

Hearing the four letter word baffled the drifter since he hadn't heard it in years and never expected to hear it in the midst of the apocalypse. After meeting the woman and coming to terms with Sarah's death, he never thought it'd be (Y/n) to fill the void in his heart. He lunged forward and grabbed ahold of her hand before she could walk out the front door. "I'm not losing you like I did Sarah."

(Y/n) snapped her head around, her heart skipping a beat at the declaration. Even though she loves him, something kept gnawing at her on the inside, telling her to leave him behind. "I am not dragging you along through shit you didn't sign up for. Crater Lake is not like the other regions, trust me. The minute we're seen, the fucking militia will either kill us or force us into their ranks."

"You're not leaving without me," Deacon declared.

"What about Boozer and, and—"

"He'll be fine without me."

(Y/n) yanked her hand out of the drifter's and crossed her arms. "Not so sure about that. He just lost his arm, Deek. He needs you more than ever!"

"That's not what Boozeman said," he retorts.

"You," she grits her teeth and smacks him on the chest with both of her hands. "Are a hardheaded, persistent man. Your tenacity is annoying sometimes."

"Sorry to disappoint, but you're stuck with me."

(Y/n) turned her head to hide her smirk. "Guess I am. There's no way I can make you change your mind and head back?"

"None," Deacon replied.

Unable to change the drifter's mind, the woman sighed and gave in. "Fine. You win." She walked over to her bike with Deacon on her heels.

She searched through her backpack for his cut, but he stopped her. "Hang on to it for me."

(Y/n) was confused at his request, but she didn't question him. "Alright. That would be for the best, especially where we're going. After all, bikers are supposed to be dangerous criminals and only care about themselves, right?" She teased.

Deacon saw the teasing expression on her face and found it mesmerizing. He couldn't help but play along. "Oh, yeah. A hundred percent."

Her smirk morphed into a gentle smile. "I'm just glad I'm no longer alone in this hellish world." The drifter met her gaze, flabbergasted at her words. (Y/n) was the first to look away, eyeing the smoking engine of her bike and promptly changing the subject. "Um, do you think you could help me with this?"

"Yeah."

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Once (Y/n)'s bike was repaired, the two departed from the house. The (h/c)-haired woman led the way to Crater Lake through the Thielsen Pass. They had encountered Rippers when they entered Iron Butte, but they were able to avoid their gunfire and maneuver around the adversaries without confrontation. Their main goal was to reach Crater Lake safely and wouldn't allow anything or anyone stop them.

"So, what's this "militia" like?" Deacon asked as they carefully navigate through a tunnel.

"Let's just say if you aren't one of them, Freaker or human, they won't hesitate to kill you. But there is a chance you can join their ranks. Colonel Garret, the man pulling all the strings, is a complete nutjob. Carlos is normal compared to him."

"Well, shit," Deacon sighed.

"I've never met the man, but I was following a group of men he sent to take out a few squatters near the visitor center. I overheard him on one of their radios. Apparently, he favors lynching people he deems as murderers, rapists, and thieves." (Y/n) fell silent before remembering something Deacon had told her a few days after they took out the Ripper camp in Black Crater. "You were in the military. Did you meet any batshit crazy people who were in charge?"

"Weird people, yeah. Crazy assholes, no."

"I just hope we don't end up getting sucked into the militia," she muttered to herself, gripping the handlebars tightly. A foreboding feeling blossomed in her chest as they reached the Thielsen Pass and rode up the snowy path through the light snowfall.

Entering Crater Lake, they encountered two men being attacked by a Rager. (Y/n) skidded her bike against the snow and hopped off the moment it came to a complete stop. Grabbing her IDF Pup, she unleashed the entire clip into the mutated bear's body. It growled, releasing the man who was trying to climb onto the roof for safety. The Rager roared as it charged towards the woman.

(Y/n) quickly reloaded and pulled the trigger, killing the creature with half a magazine left. "I hate Ragers," she sighed, lowering her weapon. "Fucking annoying and persistent."

Deacon was amazed at the feat, his mouth agape as he dismounted his bike. "Wha—What the hell was that?"

The woman slung the firearm across her shoulder, kicking the dead bear in the side. "A Rager."

"That's not what I meant," Deacon scoffs.

"You know what I'm capable of and this is the one feat you're astonished by?" She huffs with laughter. "You saw what I did to that horde at the sawmill. I'm a dangerous woman."

"I can see that," Deacon shook his head with a faint grin.

"Holy shit!" One man shouted as he jumped down from the roof, stalking over towards the duo. "Oh, Jesus, lady."

"Yeah, I don't know what we would've done without you, miss," the other man sighed in relief.

He reached out to pat (Y/n) on the shoulder, but Deacon quickly inserted himself in between them before he could touch her. "Hey, okay. It's dead. It's cool."

"I'm Russell," the man in the booney hat introduces. "Glen Russell. This is Private Mullins," he gestured to the man in the orange camouflage shirt.

"Goddammit..." (Y/n) hissed under her breath at hearing the rank.

"Rick," the man in the tacky shirt greets.

"Hey, Rick. Uh, I'm Deacon St. John and this is (Y/n) (L/n)," the drifter gestured to the woman behind him. He fell silent for a split second before checking to see if he heard Russell correctly. "Did—Did you just say "Private"?"

"We're fucked..." (Y/n) groaned loud enough for only Deacon to hear.

Russell nodded. "Yeah, yessir—Deschutes County Militia. You two aren't from around here. You come over the pass?"

Fortunately, (Y/n) didn't need to tell Deacon to lie. He had already formulated a perfect one in such a short time. "Uh, no, no, no. We've just been, uh, drifting. We came over the, uh, Salt Flats, east of Silver Lake."

"What—What the hell are you both doing out here?" Mullins inquired, causing (Y/n)'s body to tense up. "How'd you get across the 97?"

The taut woman went to respond, but luckily Russell interrupted his companion. "Whoa, whoa, whoa—Jesus, man."

Mullin glanced towards Russell with a shrug of his shoulders. "What?"

"This girl just saved your freakin' life," he replied, pointing towards the woman who stood behind Deacon.

"The colonel told us to look out for anybody enterin' the territory, north or south. The—"

"Freakin' slow your roll, man," Russell raised his hands, gesturing for his partner to calm down. "We'll let the captain deal with that, okay?"

Mullins reluctantly nodded. "Fine."

Russell gestured to the animal corpse a few feet away. "She just killed a freakin' Rager, dude." He turned and faced the couple with a gentle expression. "Come with us. We got a camp just by Diamond Lake. Get you both three hots and a cot—least we can do."

Deacon glanced behind him at (Y/n), who was desperately trying to hide her disdain about how they were already becoming wrapped up in the militia since they've only been in Crater Lake for nearly an hour. When he knew he was t going to get an answer from her in her furious state, he sighed. "Okay, yeah. Sounds good."

(Y/n)'s jaw dropped to the ground. "Wha—There's no way in hell—!"

The drifter grabbed her arm and forced a small chuckle as he looked at Russell. "Would you give us a moment?"

"Uh," the man glanced between the two. "Yeah."

Deacon tugged (Y/n) around to the back of the cabin and released her when they were far enough away from Russell and Mullins. "I know you want to shoot my ass for saying that, but—"

"Oh, hell no! There's no "buts" in this situation! I told you we shouldn't get ourselves mixed in with the fucking militia! These two might seem normal, but Colonel Garret is a man who's unhinged and missing plenty of screws. The moment he finds out we're here, we'll be on his radar and he won't stop until we're either dead or have joined his damn army!"

"Just trust me, okay?" Deacon begs.

(Y/n) inhaled deeply through her nose and sighed through her mouth. She folded her arms, hugging herself and trying to fight off the chilly breeze. "Fine. But so you know, I'm not completely on board with going to Diamond Lake."

"Already knew that by the look on your face." Deacon placed both hand on the side of her head and pulled her closer, pecking her on the forehead and swiftly releasing her to return back to Russell and Mullins.

"You stay here. I'll come back with some fuel," the couple heard Russell talking to Mullins.

The man in the hunting cap shook his head furiously. "No!"

Russell reassures his companion, trying to also calm him down in the process. "You'll be fine."

"I'll stay with him," (Y/n) offers. "It's better to not be left alone out here."

Russell smiled and gestured to her. "There you go. You won't be alone."

Deacon glanced at (Y/n), skeptical of her decision to remain with Mullins. She nodded with a reassuring smile before he went to his bike. "Just try not to get yourself killed while I'm gone."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. "Just get going. I'll be here when you come back."

Nodding in acknowledgment, Deacon followed Russell to Diamond Lake.

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