Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 60

"Can you fight?" Rick said going over to the couple beside Hershel.

Fearful blue eyes rose and met Rick's, his face a bloody sight of punches as if he'd been beaten within an inch of his life, he seemed startled as if he honestly hadn't realized anyone else had been placed in here. He shook his head, knowing that resistance was futile; it certainly had been for the last group that had fought back when they first got put in here. Part of him wanted to convey this but it was useless, he had lost his voice a long time ago. Time was meaningless in here, it could have been a few days or months he honestly had no clue and had no desire to know. He hadn't liked people before the apocalypse, and had loved them for a brief time after...now they disgusted him.

He could have said yes, should have kept them safe, then they could have ran, should have been smarter about it.

"Help us fight," Rick said determinedly, silently urging him to stand up and take a stand. "Together all of us can do this," trying not to give in to the overwhelming despair he could feel crawling up his throat. Threatening to choke him, but he had people relying on him, his son, his wife and her unborn child, they had to overpower these people by any means necessary. He wasn't quite ready to admit defeat.

"They can't," Hershel said as he stood, moving Rick away from them. "They're barely functioning right now." with a sad glance at them, knowing they'd long ago given up, retreated into themselves.

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The part for Sophia was still in full swing, her presents had been opened, and the children had had a chance to listen to some music and eat the breakfast and lunch Carol made for them, as well as the very rare treats (cupcakes) which had been demolished. While nearly everyone was singing 'Happy Birthday' to Sophia Harry suddenly hunched over with a groan, his hand grasping a hold of the counter, his fingers going white as he gripped so tightly. Nobody noticed since the others were sitting around the table, looking at Sophia as they wished her a happy birthday.

Luna immediately stood in front of Harry, not in a bid to make sure nobody could see him but out of concern. Probably left over fear after seeing him having fits during their Hogwarts years when Voldemort came back and somehow made some sort of bond flare up between them letting Harry see some of Voldemort's actions. She'd gotten used to shielding him along with Hermione and Ron when those things happened. Not that she thought Voldemort was back, the idea was laughable, no, and she was just concerned and also trying to keep the attention away from Harry. She knew he wouldn't be best pleased with people constantly asking him if he was alright. He couldn't handle attention, or more accurately people being concerned about him. He'd never learned how to accept it let alone handle it.

"Are you alright?" Luna whispered, as Harry straightened himself up, his face still tense and screwed up in pain.

"Headache," Harry grunted, wincing still, knowing even rubbing it wouldn't make it go away. "Carl's in danger, and it's not stopping." it wasn't the first time the spell had alerted him to Carl being in danger, but it was the first time it had lasted more than five seconds before it abated.

Daryl closed his eyes and barely refrained from groaning, he knew what was going to happen as soon as Harry told em. Not that he would wish death on any of them, he just didn't want Harry to be the one ending up in a sticky situation because of Rick and the others. Harry, his brother and him had been written off early in the outbreak by everyone, but others in the group that began to take their survival seriously had began to realize they were goin' about it right. Trusting em to leave the rest of the group, the only one reluctant had been Dale but he came cus o' Andrea and Amy, and had not regretted it. It ain't like Carl had a choice though.

"Then let's go," Luna said, Harry would never leave them in danger when he knew about it, especially not a kid and not Carl. Harry had been fond of the boy, not as much as he was with Sophia, but it was different, Sophia had been with them longer now. Neither would she come to that, and she hadn't dealt with even a quarter of the shit the trio in front of her had.