Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 39

"Who the hell are you?" Merle snarled, sounding extremely defensive as he aimed at them, his entire body tense ready for the confrontation. He stood in front of Luna, keeping her out of their line of sight, and they had been looking at her and he did not like it at all. Who knows how long it had been since those fuckers had seen a woman? Or what they'd done to end up in prison, he was taking no chances.

"You alright, Harry?" Luna whispered, kneeling down beside him, trusting Daryl and Merle to keep an eye on those people, no prisoners.

"Why don't you come out of there?" Daryl said, crossbow raised, "Slow and steady." he warned them.

Harry stood up not caring that he felt wobbly, he wasn't going to remain kneeling when there was a potential threat in the room. His watchful gaze watched them moving calculating what he could about them in the mean time.

A Hispanic-American man came out first, and the others followed, three of them African-American and a single Caucasian-American. Quite a mixture of ethnicity, and they'd survived together in the kitchen of a prison while the world went to hell. Each of them had some sort of weapon, the, what Harry would bet was the so called leader of the group; the Hispanic had the gun which made him quite probably the biggest threat there at the moment.

"Who are you people?" the Hispanic asked his gun aimed at them, but Harry, Daryl, Merle and Luna just held their own weapons steadily, no sign of fear or panic that someone was aiming a gun at them which did take some of the wind out of the mans sails.

"You don't look like no rescue team," Axel said his arms crossed defensively, almost as if he was protecting his slightly burnt hands.

"That's far enough," Daryl warned them, finger at the trigger of his crossbow.

Harry laughed almost really amused, but there was a hint of bitterness coating his voice. "Is that what you've been waiting for is it? Let me inform you how deluded you actually are, there is no help coming, there never will be." especially not for prisoners even if this shit did blow over soon. Sad but true, they were low down on the totem pole.

The prisoners looked at each other almost completely confused, wondering to themselves what on earth was going on.

"Today's your lucky day fellas," Merle said sarcastically, smirking at them.

"You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia," Daryl added.

"You're free to go," Merle finished.

Harry sniggered quietly; he hadn't seen them like that since the damn apocalypse had truly started. Well when Merle wasn't high on drugs anyway, they'd often finished each others sentences like the twins, but it was only when they were feeling particularly vindictive.

"What the hells going on here?" the Hispanic, Tomas demanded, Harry observed that he didn't do well when the situation wasn't truly in his control.

"That's none of your damn business," Harry stated still gauging them.

"Don't be telling me what my business is!" Tomas argued, aiming his gun at Harry who just smirked, even after what he'd seen he still raised his gun at him?

"Chill man," the biggest prisoner, big tiny said, being aggressive he knew wouldn't get them any answers. "You heard them, we're free to go, and why are we still here?"

"Yeah, I gotta check on my old lady," the prisoner, Oscar said.

"A group of civilians breaking into a prison you got no business being in, got me thinking there ain't no place for us to go." Tomas said.