Days Gone Oneshots

Deacon St. John || Traitor Amongst Us

A/n: I'm gonna plop down a small trigger warning for those who are uncomfortable with attempted suicide.

⚠️SUICIDE ATTEMPT: DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE ABOUT THE SUBJECT OR FIND IT UNCOMFORTABLE⚠️

It's only a small portion, but it's there and just wanted to forewarn you. Hope you all enjoy! Love you all!!!
~✨Celestial✨~
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Prompt: Someone's been stealing supplies from Lost Lake Camp, but no one knows who it could be. Deacon sets out with your help to find who's been stealing from the camp.
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~3rd Person POV~

"Why would someone be stealing supplies?" (Y/n) questioned as she and Deacon stalked towards the cabin where the supplies was stored.

"Don't know, but we're gonna get to the bottom of this. Whoever is behind this better have a good fucking reason," Deacon said.

The cabin seemed undisturbed except for the guns, ammo, food, and blankets missing from the vacant spots on the shelves. (Y/n) examined the boarded up windows while the drifter inspected the shelves for any clues and/or trail left behind by the perp.

"Deek, over here," the woman called out as she easily removed the board that was supposedly nailed into the window to keep people from sneaking in.

Deacon meandered over and patted (Y/n) on the shoulder. "Good find. Now we know how they're getting in and out."

"That's great and all, but they still have to make it out of the camp without being seen. We already asked everyone who has guard duty, but none of them saw anything out of the ordinary these past few days."

"Let's check outside. There's gotta be a trail." Deacon left the cabin with (Y/n) close on his heels. Kneeling down beside the window, he searched the ground for any recent disturbances. "Nothing. Shit..."

"Any luck?" A voice suddenly asked the duo. Looking up, they saw Rikki approaching them.

"Found the way they've been getting in, but besides that, absolutely nothing," (Y/n) replied.

"Whoever it is knows how to hide their tracks," Deacon added.

"Well, I did manage to talk to someone who wasn't on the roster for guard duty. He said he saw someone leaving the camp on foot through the marsh with a large bag in their hands. Must be our guy, right?" Rikki glanced between the two.

"Did he see which direction the person was heading?" Deacon asked.

"Yeah. Apparently they were in a rush while heading south."

The drifter glanced in (Y/n)'s direction. "Grab your gear and meet me at my bike."

"U-Uh, yeah," she nervously responded before dashing off.

Deacon went back to his cabin, which he and Boozer were sharing, to gear up. Once he had all he needed, he headed to his motorcycle. (Y/n) was sitting on the bike patiently waiting for him to arrive. He noticed a nervous fidget in her fingers, but he ignored it. "You know anything about what's south of here?"

"A few people have reported heavy marauder activity near Berley Lake. Besides that, nothing," she responds as he mounts the bike.

"Might be an ambush camp somewhere near the lake. Better wipe it out."