Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 58

Two weeks later and once again Harry was out looking for supplies, well more than supplies, Harry was hoping to find something for Sophia's birthday which was coming up in a few days time. She would be turning thirteen years old, and considering the way the world was, each birthday was a milestone of success of what they'd accomplished. Staying alive was probably the number one achievement, considering how many times she'd almost died it was saying something. He didn't like to think of that though, he didn't like to think of any of his people dying.

He was finally heading to the mall they'd been heading to that day he and Daryl had hidden in the trunk of car and almost kissed, the day that they had seen this self-proclaimed 'Governor' massacre a group of people. For the past fortnight, nobody had headed out to scavenge anything, living on what they had, while Harry spent every moment he could at Fort Benning getting it prepared for the move. All the while trying to think up a way to tell everyone about magic that wouldn't scare the shit out of them. Everyone was just under the assumption he'd had a loop of unsuccessful hunts and hitting shops that didn't have anything left - shelves completely pilfered of anything eatable.

There was no denying that both of them were extremely cautious and watchful as they drove to their destination. The fact they were driving a van probably didn't help them feel even remotely secluded. It was like painting a target on your back really, given the knowledge they knew how close the other group was. "I should have put a notice-me-not on it," Harry muttered under his breath, as he watched the landscape go by his piercing green eyes. He saw nothing but walkers, cars, pile-ups as far as the eye could see.

"Do it," Daryl replied as he shifted gear going as fast as he dared, especially given they had no idea what was around certain corners. They were going the long way around, which meant they hadn't come this way before, either way, was risky but they'd both felt as if it was worth the caution. The van was the quietest of all the vans they had, which was why they'd chosen it despite its bright red color.

"Not until we stop, I don't know the effect it will have over you," Harry commented, "Just keep driving, if there's anyone following us they'll not live to regret it." his tone icy, he was taking no chances, not anymore. His sister had almost been captured and he had little doubt what they would have done to her, choked and Merle, a very close friend had almost been killed. Knowing what the Governor had done made Harry wonder why he even wanted to help anyone, but all he had to do was see Michonne, Mira, Andre, Chloe, Luke and Patrick to realize he couldn't judge everyone on the actions of a single group of men. Although he swore to himself if they ever met, green light would be the last thing they ever saw or a bullet, he wasn't quite fussy either way, although he had thought of exceedingly bloodier ways to kill them, ones that made Bellatrix Lestrange look tame in comparison. It honestly worried him that he was capable of thinking things like that, but this outbreak had changed them all.

Daryl shivered at that tone, for all the wrong reasons, he wasn't scared of Harry after all. He'd never heard him sound so ominous before, even when he spoke about things that had happened in his past. He'd pegged Harry right as a protector, one that would go to any lengths necessary while with them before the quarry even at the extent of his own life. Was Harry capable of going off on a suicidal revenge mission? Sure he had magic but against enough people he could still be shot and killed. This wasn't a question he knew the answer to, but Luna would know for damn certain so he made a mental note to himself to ask her as soon as they got back.

"They'd be messing with the wrong people," Daryl finally said, tightening his grip on the wheel, anyone who got on the wrong side of Harry was madder than a wet hen. He'd seen what he'd done so far with magic, and he knew he was capable of a lot more, he had read a few of the books Harry had, usually when they were in the watch tower or in Fort Benning.