Chapter 12

Harry watched impassively from the tree line as a large white box truck stopped a foot from the edge of the road and close to where them. Of course they would know where they were. It wasn't as if they'd been subtle about walking out in the open or hiding for that matter. Even though he knew it was the group, since it couldn't be anyone else, he still kept an arrow notched and half his attention on the tree lines that surrounded them. He had to keep up appearances afterall. Once at a complete stop, the group quickly unloaded from the truck. Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes at how much noise the group was making as they met in the middle. As if they had forgotten that the inferi were attracted to any type of noise. At any time no less.

'It wasn't as if the dead needed to sleep after all,' Harry thought to himself in amusement. Wanting so badly to laugh at his own horrible joke.

"Howdy, ther' Officer friendly. I owe ya fer knockin' me down and cuffin' me to a pipe." Merle hissed dangerously, and given the bulk on the man, the new guy wouldn't win unless he fought dirty.

"Merle?!" Another voice hollered in relief. "Don't ya go an pull nothin' like that again, ya hear me! I didn't think ya'd survive this long."

Three thumps hitting the asphalt had the group turning in shock, only to gape as Harry took out three more dead without a sound or care to their presence. As if it was a normal every day thing. None of them had been paying much attention and hadn't noticed the five inferi approaching their group. The group guessed that they'd come from the trees, which meant that the Quarry would probably see them soon.

Harry was beginning to regret having gone with Glenn two days ago. He hated how much noise this group made, of course there were exceptions to this. The Dixon brothers and the two females that stayed with a man much like his Uncle Vernon. Still, even with those four this group still took too many unnecessary risks. There was no way that they should have survived this long; but he'd been wrong before.

"As nice as this is, truly. We need to go, all the racket this group makes has probably alerted any other inferi to our location." He'd barely stopped speaking before three more inferi shambled from the forest. He rolled his eyes at the reluctant group members before reaching for more arrows. While he still planned on playing up his child role Harry did have people here who are on his list so he has to keep them safe and alive.

Grimacing, Harry put them down just as quickly as the others, not giving the group time to even think about drawing their own weapons as they stood there gaping. The fact that he could react faster than them made him frown. This was going to be a long task, thanks a lot Death. Though the brothers had been about to jump in, they seemed a bit disappointed really. It felt like the Prophesy all over again. The adults standing around like headless chickens, he meant.

After one more quick look around Harry climbed into the back of the van. The officer, Rick, stopped him before he could get comfortable. "Sorry but we can't return to the camp until I've found my bag of guns. We need them to protect the group."

Harry just stared at the man, flabbergasted by the mans idiocy. From what he'd gathered, they'd barely made it out of the city last time with the whole group-minus Merle- and the man wanted to go back. Just for guns? They'd probably run into some sort of problem if they went back again. Which would include him because he was sure Merle would drag him along, if nothing else than to share the misery. Ugh, sometimes he really hated people.

"Merle and I found a duffel bag full of guns on our way here sir. It might be the same one, I'm not sure though, you'd have to ask Merle since he has the gun bag." Harry replied going back into his kid role perfectly. These people were stupid and easy to trick.

Rick looked at the kid and noticed how tired he looked. 'Poor kid must be exhausted from all the walking he's done to get to Merle. I can't believe he set out on his own. The kid needs to stay with an adult. Though if he's been on his own for awhile then he's probably not used to adults helping him.' Rick thought to himself.

Rick was brought out of his thoughts by the kid sitting down and closing his eyes. Rick decided to let the poor kid rest as he got back in the van for them to head back to the quarry.