Days Gone Oneshots

Deacon St. John || Phantom in the Night [2/5]

A/n: I'm only focusing on the "Ripped Apart" storyline and not the other missions in between, but there will be no Lisa because I didn't work her into the storyline for a certain reason.

⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

Also, the events are altered slightly and Deacon won't recognize Carlos as Jessie due to how and where I want this story to go. Hope you all enjoy this next part! Love you all!!!
~✨Celestial✨~
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Prompt: After going out on a mission with Skizzo to secure dynamite from the Lucky Lad Mine, Deacon returns to Lost Lake and discovers you have yet to return. While Skizzo and Iron Mike deal with where to locate detonator cords, he goes out and searches for you.
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~3rd Person POV~

Once Skizzo and Deacon stashed the dynamite in the lodge, the drifter walked around the camp in search of (Y/n). He asked whoever he came across, but they all had the same answer.

No.

He rushed to the infirmary and watched as Addy changes the bandages on Boozer's stump. He walked over, asking the two the same question he'd been asking for the past five minutes. "Hey. Have either of you seen (Y/n)?"

"I'm afraid not, Deacon," Addy replied, keeping her eyes trained on Boozer's arm.

"She's not back from her supply run?" Boozer knew (Y/n) was the one under the mask and helped Deacon spread the lie about her being on a supply run and not taking on a horde under the alias "Phantom."

"No. She hadn't radioed in, either."

"Try contacting her," the doctor suggests.

Deacon presses the button on the side of his radio and tries to reach (Y/n). "Deacon to (Y/n). Where the hell are you?"

Silence.

"Deacon to (Y/n). Come in, (Y/n)."

Static cracked from the speaker as he paced around the infirmary. With no response from the woman, Deacon growled under his breath. "Dammit..."

"Now that I think about it, our special guest hasn't returned, either," Addy commented. "You might want to look for both of them, Deacon."

"Phantom will be fine, (Y/n)—I'm not so sure of. She wanders off and does whatever the hell she wants," the drifter replied, trying to keep Addy from becoming suspicious. "I'm going to head out and search for her. Radio me if she does return while I'm gone."

"Will do, brother," Boozer replies.

Deacon left the Lost Lake Camp and headed to the old sawmill. On his arrival, corpses littered the ground and seemed to create a trail of sorts. He followed the bodies of Swarmers, walking through the sawmill.

In a large room with conveyor belts, the drifter found (Y/n)'s radio. "Shit." He looked around the room, wondering where her trail went. He found her footprints leading out a metal shutter, which was half open.

Crouching under the shutter, Deacon found himself back outside. The foul odor of rotting corpses assaulted his nostrils as he followed her bloodied footprints to a derailed train. He crawled through an open door in one of the cars and discovered her trail led into a small building behind the tracks. "C'mon. Where are you, (Y/n)?"

Deacon opened the door, the rusty hinges squeaking. Inside, he found (Y/n)'s backpack. "Where are you going?" He muttered to himself as he made his way out a shattered window and further down the platform.