Darkest between life and unlife
HP/Walking Dead
Writer: Darksider82
Beta: Wingedseerwolf
"Chatting"
"Thoughts"
II: Reunions
Harry and Sophia stumbled blindly towards the gunshot. Three times they stumbled upon a group of five walkers so they had to double around the back of them. "Oh fuck, whoever fired that gunshot has brought hell on them." Harry thought as he pushed Sophia into a tree before scrambling up himself as three walkers stumbled passed.
Harry dropped down silently followed by Sophia and together they crept away.
Meanwhile back on the Highway, Daryl and the rest had arrived back "Dale, we need to head two miles back the other way. We drove past a farm, that's where Carl, Lori, Rick and Shane are at this very moment." Panted Glenn, as the group had just ran past a small herd of walkers.
Dale nodded, started the RV as everyone piled into their respective convoy vehicles and motorbike. Shane had walked down the driveway to gree the convoy by waving his arms and jumped into the RV.
Inside the house, on a metallic operating bed Carl Grimes was attached to an IV drip and next to him with a network of tubes sat his father Rick. Rick at this particular moment was just donating his second pint of blood.
"We need to get him into the bed, we still need to operate on him if he's going to survive." Stated Hershel worriedly.
Shane had organised the surviors into a large part of the property far enough from the house to be separate but close enough so they could eat together. Shane entered the house intent on having a shower "Otis and I'll go get supplies for the treatment."
Soon enough Shane and Otis had driven into the later afternoon early evening sunset. Daryl, Glenn, Jimmy and T-Dog were about to head into the woods when two shapes burst from it.
These two shapes were evidently moving at speed, meaning they had encountered walkers in the woods. Daryl caught the movement, knocking an arrow into his crossbow, he flared his torch up. The lone beam of light sped across the field illuminating the two.
Harry saw the ground suddenly light up "Down." He hissed dropping Sophia to the floor, pulling out a handgun and hatchet, whilst Sophia pulled out Harry's swiss army knife.
Harry knew it was irresponsible to give a twelve year old a knife, it was either give the girl a knife of a handgun and decided on the spot knife injuries would be easier to heal.
Daryl lost track of the two as he swung the torch over the field. It was now getting dark and Shane wasn't back with Otis. Plus the two people out in the field. "T-Dog, come with me. Glenn take Jimmy and head to the house."
With that the advance party entered the field intent on finding the newcomers.
Meanwhile up that the school, Shane and Otis were hightailing it through the carpark back to the truck. In their packs, they were carrying the equipment Hershel needed for his operation on Carl however they hadn't anticipated a heard to be gathering at the school.
"COME ON OTIS! SHIFT YOUR ASS!" Shane shouted almost leaving leaving Otis in his dust leaving the overweight man who was doing surprisingly well at keeping up with Shane and away from the walkers.
"How many rounds have you got left?" Shouted Otis his rifle had long since been out of ammo.
"Out of ammo on the shotgun, two in the mag and one in the barrel." Replied Shane, a plan springing to mind it was an evil one but still a plan was a plan no matter what.
"Otis, I'm sorry for what I'm about to do." Shane said doubling back grabbing the rifle and backpack off the large man before pointing his gun at the man's ankle.
With a roar and a bang the round went off punching into tendon, muscle and all things Walkers found delicious. It as Shane predicted toppled the large man and the Walkers pounced on him like wasps to honey.
Shane made it to the truck to find the walkers were being attracted to the screams of agony coming Otis. Shane smirked "Rick, you're next...I'm sorry old friend but Lori is mine now. She'll understand."
Shane pushed the handbreak down and tore off into the night, lights blaring. He made it in good time, sliding smoothly up the drive parked and was in the house within half a minute. "Here, Hershal." He called handing the bags forcefully into the old mans chest.
Hershel nodded and set to work.
Meanwhile out in the fields Daryl and T-Dog couldn't find the two people lying in the grass. "These guys are good T-Dog. We better head back. Inform everyone of what we've discovered and we'll track them at first light." Daryl said extinguishing his torch and shouldering his crossbow.
Meanwhile under a disullsionment charm, holding Sophia to the floor and himself on top of her, Harry let out a slow sigh. "Sophia, sorry about that...I didn't see them. Thought they were walkers, we'll find them in the morning." Sophia nodded. "I knew, we would find them again."
Inside the house Patricia, sat in a chair sobbing and bawling her eyes out at the fact Otis was dead. "HOW COULD YOU HAVE LET HIM DIE!" She screamed at Shane who stared at her, unflinching.
"I'm sorry...That's all I can say. He saw he wouldn't make it to the truck due to his distance from the walkers. He told me to take his pack and rifle and to tell you he was sorry for not coming back. He wanted me to live and save Carl's life. I'm sorry he lost his life for another to survive but that's how it is." With that Shane stood up and left the room, heading towards the shower.
Daryl and Dale watched Shane leave "He's dangerous Daryl, I saw him when we were out scouting the forest after that night...I stumbled upon him with his sights on Rick." Dale whispered.
Daryl nodded "He comes back with two pack's and the others gun...Doesn't take a genius to realise what really went down...Brother, you seem concerned about something?"
Dale smiled thinly at the younger Dixon "Did I ever tell you about my family?"
Daryl stared at him, he didn't really socialise about family due to how crap his upbringing was. However he respected the old man, despite them not seeing eye to eye on many things. "No, I knew you were married at some point due to the ring but other than that no."
"Myself and my wife Imma, we were married quite young by the time we were in our thirties we had two wonderful daughters after our first miscarried...Petunia Rose and Lilian 'Lily' Evander Horvarth. Though Lilian wasn't fond of her surname or her middle name in fact so which went mainly by Lily Evans.
Anyway, I was always outgoing seeing the sights and Lily took after me in that way and inherited her mothers shocking good looks, red hair and brilliant eyes.
Petunia on the other hand got my looks and my her mothers personality to rise high on the social ladder...Imma realised that she was happiest with her family and quickly adjusted...All in all we were a close family."
Daryl nodded "Hiking, camping and all of that." He commented and Dale nodded.
"I'm worried about my eldest daughter, her family and my grandson." This little explanation caught Daryl by surprise as it did everyone else.
No-one knew much about Dale or his past, so all of this was new to them. "What happened to Lily? Dale?" Asked Andrea from her seat next to Patricia.
"She and her husband were murdered...The murderer tried to kill her son my grandson but you could say the Lord intervened and caused him to fail so he ran. My last words with him were about a year or so ago. He should be eighteen maybe nineteen if he didn't get caught in this mess. He had just ran into his parents murderer at his school, the pair went to the same school of all things and my grandson was forced to kill him..."
Dale finished before taking a deep breath. "...That's all I know, he sent a note via his owl. His school was way out the way with no mobile signal so they sent messages via owls and eagles, he said that it was over and he was coming to visit."
Dale finished his tale and several of the ladies gave him a reassuring hug "Your grandson, the one that's coming here any features or visible marks or build to look for if we see him?" Asked Daryl.
"Pale, ghostly pale, raven black hair that looks like a rat nest, bright emerald eyes and ask for a lightning bolt scar on his forehead...If my gut is right and my grandson hasn't been turned the chances are quite high that he may well have..." Dale trailed off and everyone knew what he meant.
Carol nodded "So Sophia could be..."
"I hate to be a hope crasher everyone but it should be time we did start contemplating the factor of these two being Walkers." Said Shane darkly his brown eyes almost black.
Everyone fixed Shane with a dark look "Shane, don't destroy any hope. We WILL find Sophia." Growled Rick.
"Really Rick? Ever since you joined us, took leadership of the group we have been in situations where you have failed to make the right calls. The result of that is the loss of several members." Snarled Shane venomously.
"Tell Carl, I said to get well." With that he stalked out of the house.
"Rick, I think you should know, I'm worried about his mental state." Said Dale as everyone began to disperse to prepare for the night and the next mornings search party.
The spell wore off as they fell into a slumber only to be disturbed by the low groaning and growling of Walkers that stumbled into field where Harry and Sophia were hiding.
"Harry what do we do?" Called Sophia as she rolled to her feet, slicing with the knife, through the ankle before driving the knife into the Walkers brain.
She turned before she could scream at the walker that had crept upon her, the saw the hatchet embed itself in the cranium. "RUN!" Harry shouted as they charged back into the woods.
The pair stuck close to the woods, before they saw what could only be a barn, seeing no Walkers following them "Little miss bolt, one last mad dash head for the big house."
Sophia nodded and together they charged out of the woods and towards the house. As the front door opened "Shane, Daryl and I will head down towards the barn and scout the area out that way. Glenn, T-Dog, Andrea go the other way...Jimmy, Maggie, Glen go straight forward...We'll shout if we find anything." Rick instructed.
"Come on Sophia, not far now...This is longest stretch but also the shortest." Harry commented, his face painted with sweat, grime and walker guts as were his clothes.
Sophia's were ripped and torn and less caked in walker guts as she remained out of the majority of the fights. "THAT'S RICK! I RECOGNISE THE HAIR, DARYL! HE'S THE ONE WITH THE CROSSBOW! IT'S OUR GROUP AND OVER THEIR IS THE RV!" Sophia shouted and Harry saw as clear as almost day the RV Sophia had told him about endlessly.
"You were right, now stay behind me. Chances are this is not going to be easy." Harry said and Sophia obeyed.
"All right then...My god. SOPHIA! RICK! SHANE! SOPHIA!" Someone screamed, Harry whipped out his hatchet which was now a dull red instead of a gleaming silver from the waist band of his jeans, Swiss army knife in the other, Sophia had given it back to him when they got onto the property.
Three men Rick, Daryl and another man which Sophia identified as Shane tore out the house with the rest following hard on their heels. "DROP THE AXE!" The bald headed man carrying a shotgun screamed.
Harry's hand tightened on the hilt of the hatchet "Lower the gun." He replied curtly, he stared unflinchingly at the revolver, shotgun and crossbow aimed at him. He noticed that the carriers of the revolver and cross bow had their hands fully on the butts of their weapons unlike the other.
"Shane, lower the shotgun." The one in the middle ordered reluctantly the man did so.
"I'm Rick Grimes, the guy to my left is Shane and the man on my right is Daryl...We're going to put our weapons away, if you do the same." Rick now identified said putting the revolver down followed by Daryl.
Harry lowered his hatchet but snapped it back up again as Shane made a dash for it. "Have you seen a girl." He demanded grabbing Harry by his shirt.
"I have, many. I need more than that and get your hands off me." Harry growled trying to remain calm and keep ahold of his hatchet.
Then Daryl saw a small mop of blonde hair hiding just out of sight behind a tree "Shane, he may know something about Sophia." Shane let go oblivious to Dale's description of Harry having only come in at the end of Dale's story.
"Green eyes like emeralds, messy black hair yep definitely raven black." Daryl and Rick thought before Rick spoke "Name Harry? Harry Potter?" he asked causing Harry to grip the hatchet.
"How do you know my name?" He growled.
"Harry, if I may call you that...Answer our questions and we'll answer yours? How's that?" Asked Daryl pressing the advantage.
