Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 14

It took Harry two days to get back to the road, stopping when it got too much for Sophia making sure they stayed hydrated and had food and somewhere Sophia could sleep. It was getting dark and Sophia was getting extra clingy as she got at night, Harry closed his eyes in dread when he didn't see the RV or even Merle's motorbike. They had left the area, glancing briefly at the little girl; there was no way Carol would willingly leave her little girl surely? Could they be further along just out of sight? Stiffening his shoulders, if they had left that was fine, he would just have to track them if he could, if not he would ensure Sophia lived for as long as he was able to protect her.

"Where's everyone?" Sophia asked, tears already forming in her eyes, the thought of being abandoned was terrifying to the girl who just wanted her mom.

Then Harry noticed the words written on the car windscreen, and his lips twitched, kneeling down beside her he said after nudging her, "Look over there, I think someone left a message for you," he teased her, Sophia eagerly looked in the direction Harry was pointing at and ran over eyes wide. There were crisps, crackers and juice on the hood of the car. Written across the windscreen were the words 'S. H - stay here will come every day.'

Sophia beamed at Harry, tackling him in a hug, she was dirty, tired but elated, and she just knew she'd see her mom soon. "They'll come!" she said with conviction.

"They will, now why don't you go and rest?" Harry suggested, pointing towards the orange car, she would be able to sleep in the back comfortably without a problem.

"Where are you going?" Sophia asked with trepidation, she didn't want to be alone ever again.

"I'm going to go and gather supplies, hopefully I'll find a pair of boots in your size," Harry bopped her on the nose gathering a smile. Her shoes were wrinkled, smelly and dirty after ending up in the water. In fact both of them were dirty, wrinkly and smelly, but showers were things of the past like much of everything else they'd taken for granted. Although he could just shrink them, he just needed to find a pair that a little girl could use to run in and keep her feet safe.

"Do you think everyone else is okay, Harry?" Sophia asked glancing up at her saviour. She knew even as young as she was that he had saved her life. Twice, once from the walker and when she'd ended up almost drowning.

"Yes," Harry said immediately, "I'm sure they're alright wherever they are. But something must have happened to make them leave here and return only once a day." Harry explained not wishing to lie to her.

"Walkers?" Sophia questioned innocence still coating her voice.

"Maybe," Harry said nodding briefly, "I'm sure we will find out soon enough. Go eat and get some rest." he told her, before wandering down to the area he had been clearing out before all this shit went down. Pretty easy to tell since the 'X's he had chalked onto the cars was still there. Harry's lips twitched when he felt Sophia following him.

"Will you tell me more stories?" Sophia asked watching Harry look into a black SUV truck with a dead person inside it. She kept Harry within her sight at all times, just like her mom would want her too - that and she didn't want to stray too far.

"Hmm, what do you want to hear?" Harry asked thoughtfully as he raided all the bags most of them piles of clothes for toddlers or some really disgusting clothes with gaudy patterns, and in one suitcase he found some would actually fit Sophia so he added them to the large black bag he'd been carrying around.

"How about the dragon one? You didn't get to finish!" Sophia blurted out eagerly.

"Wouldn't you rather wait until we're settled for the night?" Harry asked staring out at her, it was getting darker by the minute and soon he wouldn't be able to continue but until the last of that light faded he would continue. Opening the last bag in the trunk he found it filled with canned goods. Beans, beans and sausages, hot dogs, spaghetti, spaghetti bolognaise, cheesy macaroni, ravioli, soups all kinds, beef jerky in packs, pasta, and sachets of sauces and tinned fruit, rice and custard. It was filled completely, a large sack of goodies that would last them a while. He thanked whoever it belonged to as he grunted and hoisted it over his shoulder, bloody hell it was heavier than anything he'd carried in a while. The strings dug into his shoulder painfully but he'd endured a hell of a lot worse. It was only until he reached the next car and the three bags were dumped next to it.