Days Gone Oneshots

Deacon St. John || Trapped in Hell

A/n: My phone's acting strange and autocorrecting words to completely different ones that are in no way, shape, or form related. So PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU SEE ANY ERRORS! I hope you all enjoy this somewhat small piece! Love you all!!!
~✨Celestial✨~
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Prompt: You've been close friends with Deacon for nearly two years. One day, someone from the Hot Springs Camp brings you in and puts you to work. You immediately learn prisoner would've been a better place to go than here.
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~3rd Person POV~

"What is it, Tucker?" Deacon inquired as he rode down the Santiam Highway while taking a transmission from Ada.

"I've got a new job for you. Swing by the Hot Springs and I'll fill you in."

"I'll be there soon. Hey, Tucker?"

"What is it, St. John?"

"Has a girl named (Y/n) been by the encampment recently?"

"Not that I can recall."

"Alright. St. John out."

Deacon has been worried sick about (Y/n) since he found the house she was using as shelter infested with Freaks. He tried contacting her through the radio he gave her, but all he receives in response is static. He's searched Belknap for the past few days hoping to find any sign of her but with no luck.

The drifter checked Copeland's camp in the Cascade region to see if she had decided to seek shelter there, but Mark hadn't seen her since the last job she went on with him a week ago.

"Just hope you're okay," Deacon mumbled as he pulled up to the gate at the Hot Springs.

"Hey, it's Deek. Let him in," the woman on guard yelled to her fellow guardsmen. The man behind the gate opened it, allowing Deacon to ride into the camp.

He rode up the narrow path and pulled his bike to a stop in front of the mechanic. The man behind the table waved when he spotted the drifter. "Hey, Deek. You here for a tune-up?"

"Not today, Zanny." He walked over to the mechanic, wondering if he may have seen (Y/n). "Did anyone bring in a girl with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes recently? Goes by (Y/n)?"

"Uh, not sure. Someone did bring a girl in a couple days ago, but I didn't catch her name before they assigned her to a job."

"Do you know where I could find her?" Deacon questioned with a small sprinkle of irritation in his tone.

"Sorry, Deek. Can't help you there. You could check around camp if you're that worried about your girlfriend."

Deacon sighed, rolling his eyes. "Look, she's not my—"

"Deacon!" Ada shouted as she made her way over.

While cursing the old woman under his breath, he turned around. "What's this job you've got for me, Tuck?"

"A band of Rippers have made a camp located near Patjens Lake. Take care of them before—" Tucker began but was suddenly interrupted by a wail of pain. Her eyes and Deacon's darted in the direction the cry cane from. Ada's eyes narrowed as she muttered under her breath. "What the hell...?"