Random One-Shots

Post-apocalyptic

A/N: Deena x Sam! This will also have a lot of fighting/action. And it won't be anything to do with Fear Street in general, I'm just using Sam and Deena's characters for it. By the way, I got a little inspiration from the Last Of Us Part 2! I love the game as well as the first one, they are my favourite games of most likely all time. But yeah, ENJOY! Hopefully this makes up for the day I took off, but if not, I can try to write another one! This will also be a long chapter so, buckle up buttercup! ;)

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Deena was on her horse riding back to town; she was wearing a black hat with a mask over her mouth and covering the top of her nose. It was a cold, Autumn's morning. About 8am, and Deena had just went to a clock tower in an abandoned town to write if it was clear or not from the infected zombies that would try anything to kill, but Deena? She was good with weapons and knifes, her friends always asked her if she could take lessons from her which she would always laugh at. Yet she was so fearless, nothing got in her way.

She was on her way back to town by herself, the chills of the cold crawling up her spine as she made her way toward the gate.

"Ah, and the Princess has arrived." Michael called out with a grin then started to instruct his men to open the gate,

"Now, now, Michael. I know you love my arrivals." Deena loudly talked making Michael laugh,

"Love our chats." He muttered to himself as he started to open up the gates, Deena was wearing some sort of cloak that covered her as her jacket. It covered her nicely as it suited her demeanour. The horse started to move toward the gate closer as it started to open,

"Thank you, Michael." Deena thanked as she got off and grabbed the food supplies she managed to get passing through Hollows Creak when she went her way to the Clock Tower. She held the rope and directed her horse, Ace - meaning "Unity" - toward the stables. On her way she saw her best friend; Simon rush over to her holding newspaper waving it in the air. 

"Deena! Deena, Deena, Deena!" He scurried over and handed her the newspaper, "Read page number 6! You won't believe it." He heaved out as he had been searching the town for Deena for over 2 hours.

"What? Why?" She asked as she never read the newspapers. In her words: 'It's people's assumptions for false hope.'

"Deena, I mean it. It's not good." He told her worriedly, so with releasing incoherent words under her breath she started to read it, and after seeing the title off it, she became enraged. 'Deena Johnson, 16, a girl so mysterious that only her friends know much about her. Her being friends with a man named Elliot. Almost like a father-figure to her. But what would his reaction be on her supposedly being pregnant? The man who could've made this happen you may be asking? Peter Hall.' Deena immediately stopped reading there and handed Simon her hat and her cloak. She handed him the rope to direct Ace back to the stable. She still had her mask over her face and moved it down off of her nose.

"Take Ace back." Deena demanded as she marched away, Simon looked at Ace and then at Deena,

"Where are you going?" He asked loudly trying to gain her attention.

"To go see Thomas and Amelia!" Deena shouted, Thomas and Amelia are like the town's King and Queen, Deena's father-figure brother and his wife, so, since she had an inside on everything. She had a good way of knowing everything and helping out more than ever. She marched along the town that was dimly lit up as the sun was still no-show yet it would most likely rise at 6 turning on 7am. A lot of chatter around her. So much that Deena picked up on it and paused looking around her. "Yes?" She questioned looking around at everyone. Silence. "Exactly! Back to work now." She demanded and continued on with her march over to Thomas' and Amelia's building of work.