Days Gone Oneshots

Deacon St. John || Partner in Crime

A/n: I feel like this oneshot isn't the best and is utter crap, but I hope someone will enjoy it. Love you all!!!
~✨Celestial✨~
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Prompt: While on a supply run, Deacon has a run-in with a mysterious woman and her four-legged companion.
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~3rd Person POV~

In Marion Forks, Deacon was in search of supplies for himself. The town may have been small, but it proved to be a good place to scavenge resources if he ever ran low on what he needed. He checked inside a couple of houses before moving on to the other places around town. Fortunately, there weren't many Freaks prowling the area since he burnt the nests during his first visit to Marion Forks.

Deacon killed a few Swarmers and Newts as he reached the gas station across from Hungry Jim's. He had left his bike down the road a little ways, not wishing to grab any attention due to its roaring engine.

Once grabbing what he could from the gas station, Deacon proceeded to the restaurant across the street. Inside Hungry Jim's, the drifter discovered the items he needed to create more bandages and molotov cocktails.

The moment Deacon turned around, a Bleacher hissed and lunged towards him. Confused as to how the monster snuck up on him, he fought against it s it tried to sink it's teeth into his flesh.

Suddenly, the Bleacher was torn off Deacon and dragged by the ankle across the restaurant floor. The drifter watched in amazement as a border collie tore off the Freak's leg to prevent it from getting back up. The dog raised its head, wagging its tail as it barked at him.

Deacon grabbed his boot knife and plunged it through the Bleacher's skull, killing it instantly. Once the monster was dead, he kneeled down and held out a hand towards the canine. "You seem friendly." The border collie moved closer to him, allowing the drifter to pet it.

A smile spread across Deacon's face as he ran his hand through the dog's soft fur. He saw it was a girl and saw how her coat was well maintained and by the size of her stomach, she was fed on a normal basis. One question came to mind as he rubbed behind her ears. "Where's your owner?"

The dog's ears twitched as she backed away and barked at him. She walked around in a circle before running out of the restaurant. When the canine stopped in the street and saw Deacon wasn't following, she sat down and waited for him. Her tail wagged back and forth as she waited patiently.

Puzzled at the dog's behavior, Deacon decided to follow her. She led him through town and up a dirt path leading out of town. A house was located at the end of the path, which seemed to be the animal's destination.

When they arrived at the house, the canine led Deacon to the rear of the house and into the backyard. He spotted a woman with (h/c) hair squatting down beside a small pen filled with hens. She stood up when the border collie ran over and nudged her wet, cold nose into her cheek. "There you are! I was wondering where you went, Hope."

Deacon stood silently a few feet away. When the mysterious woman turned around, her (e/c) eyes widened. She went to grab the pistol strapped to her thigh, but the drifter raised his hands in surrender. "I'm not going to hurt you."