Rumble 21777 Deacon St. John vs. Joel Miller

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The world had ended twice, once in fire, and again in plague. In the twenty years since, the remnants of humanity had learned a hard and brutal truth: the monsters in the dark were dangerous, but the man standing in front of you in the daylight was the real threat, especially when he had something to lose.
Joel Miller had already lost everything once. He would not lose it again. Ellie was sick, burning with a fever that the local medics couldn't break, a new, aggressive infection that had nothing to do with Cordyceps. The news from his brother Tommy had been a sliver of hope in a world of despair: an abandoned FEMA hospital in the high, frozen mountains of Wyoming, rumored to hold one of the last military-grade antibiotic stockpiles. He had set out alone, a ghost of a man driven by a singular, terrifying purpose. He would get that cure, and God help anyone who stood in his way.
Hundreds of miles to the west, Deacon St. John was on his own desperate ride. Sarah, the woman he had thought dead for years, was back in his life, and now he was on the verge of losing her again to the same, nameless plague. The infirmary at Diamond Lake was helpless. His mission was not one of hope, but of grim necessity. He rode his drifter bike hard through the snow and the Freaker-infested wilderness, his only goal the same, forgotten FEMA hospital. He was not coming to bargain. He was coming to take what he needed.
The two men arrived at the hospital on the same brutal, windswept afternoon. It was a concrete tomb, its perimeter littered with the frozen, half-eaten remains of soldiers and refugees. They entered from different wings, two silent predators in the same hunting ground, each unaware of the other. The halls were dark, filled with the eerie, clicking groans of a few hibernating infected, a symphony of the dead that both men knew by heart.
Their paths, guided by the same desperate hope, finally converged in the sub-level pharmaceutical lab. The room was a mess of shattered glass and frozen viscera, but in the center, a single, solar-powered medical refrigeration unit hummed, its green light a beacon in the gloom. Inside, resting on a sterile tray, was a single, military-grade case. There was only one. Enough for one person.
They saw each other at the same instant, framed by the cold, flickering emergency lights. They were not infected. They were not soldiers. They were something far worse. They were fathers. They were husbands. They were desperate men.
Joel saw a younger, tougher man in a dusty biker cut, his eyes burning with a wild, determined fire, his hand already resting on the pistol holstered at his side. He was a threat.
Deacon saw an older, grizzled man, his face a mask of weary, murderous resolve. He saw a man who had clearly killed to get here, and would kill again. He was an obstacle.
There was a long, tense moment of silence, the only sound the hum of the fridge and the distant clicking of a lost soul in the vents. The unspoken truth hung in the air between them: only one of them was walking out of this room with that case.
"Walk away," Joel's voice was a low, dangerous growl, a sound of pure, paternal fury.
"Not a chance," Deacon's reply was just as cold, just as final. "I need that case."
Joel didn't waste another word. He kicked a heavy, steel gurney, sending it crashing across the floor between them, a makeshift barricade of screeching metal. He drew his worn revolver, the hammer clicking back with a sound of grim finality.
Deacon was already moving, diving behind the precious refrigeration unit, his own custom sidearm now in his hand. The two greatest survivors of the new world, two men fighting for the last shred of hope they had, were now at war in the frozen, forgotten heart of the old one.
 

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MATCH SCORE
Deacon St. John: 0
Joel Miller: 1