Dead magic

by Long haired Creepy guy

After denying it, and ignoring several warnings several times Dumbledore and the rest of the world must face the wrath of the zombie apocalypse. Join along as the adventure of Dumbledore, Harry and others stretch across different lands and meet new faces, in hopes they can survive as long as they can.

9. Chapter 9

1 month later:

The disease has reached a global crisis. Over half the world's population was lost, and contact with health officials also

Meanwhile Harry, Dumbledore, Ptenuia , Vernon, and Dudley were all still shacked at the same house. However supplies were running out and they needed to get some fast.

Over the next hour everyone tried to advise a plan until they settled on one. "There's a grocery store about 5 miles from here, it can't be that bad there." Dudley reasoned as everyone agreed. "I'll go!" Dumbledore volunteered. "Just give me a map or something I'll find it." Dumbledore added a hoot and a snort. "You won't need a map, I'll take you there, like I said it's about 5 miles." Dudley said.

About an hour later Dudley and Dumbledore were already to go. "I can't find my wand!" Dumbledore cried. "Then take this!" Vernon growled as he gave Dumbledore a standard glock pistol. With that Dumbledore piled into Dudleys brand new truck.

"Here we are." Dudley said as he pulled close to the grocery store. However they were upset to see a whole mass of walking corpses, roaming the stores parking lot. "Don't worry about that!" Dudley said as he held a flare in his hand. Dudley and Dumbledore then enjoyed a tender moment, as the zombies were distracted by the flare.

The two made there way across the parking lot, and were relieved to see that the door to the grocery store was no problem to open. Dumbledore and Dudley both began loading there back back they brought along, with supplies. Soon the two filled there bags to compacity, and were going to head out again. When Dumbledore opened the door, it made a loud creak which got the attention of the zombies in the parking lot. "Oh shit!" Dumbledore spearfished, as he slammed the door and ran off with Dudley to find another exit. "To the left!" Dudley cried, as the zombies smashed through the door, and began pouring into the store. "It's blocked!" Dumbledore mashed, as they approached the back exit. "Hold them back!" Dudley cried as he began working on the door. Dumbledore whipped out his new gun and began shooting the dead, like a boss. Until finally "I got it let's go!" Dudley screamed "Watch out for that hole!" Dudley hollered a little to late as Dumbledores leg went into what appeared to be a mini sinkhole. "Ooo, me leg!" Dumbledore wailed. Dudley helped Dumbledore up as they began walking the very big parking lot to the truck, with about a 100 zombies in pursuit, very close behind.

"Ooo just leave me!" Dumbledore choked as he was now on the ground, nurturing his sore ankle. "What are you talking about, I'm not leaving you!" "Damn!" Dumbledore plastered, as he slammed his fists on the concrete.

"What are you doing!" Dumbledore croaked. "Wait I need a breather!" Dudley gasped. "Come on we were about to lose them!" Dumbledore hollered as he practically dragged Dudley.

"I think we need to start thinning the group of dead out." Dudley said as he pulled out his gun and began shooting at the horde of zombies. Then Dumbledore followed suit.

They walked and shot some more until... "I'm down to my last!" Dudley pointed out. "I got 1 left too." Dumbledore gasped. Dumbledore then nervously looked at how far the truck was, then at how close the zombie horde was to them. "We'll never make it!" Dumbledore whispered to himself. "Man I'm sorry!" Dumbledore said out of the blue, as Dudley gave him a confused look. Then to the shock of Dudley Dumbledore fired a bullet into Dudleys leg. Ahhhhhhhh! Dudley screamed as he hit the ground. Dumbledore made a move and grabbed Dudleys bag, and his gun. "Traitor!" Dudley thundered as he surged and grabbed Dumbledores beard and his hair. "Get the fuck off me!" Dumbledore croaked as he kicked Dudley in the face, and shot one of Dudleys hands off him. For good measure Dumbledore pistol whipped him a couple times in the head, before limping off to the truck, as the zombies began piling on top of Dudley, and began devouring him. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Dudley cried as his ears, and the rest of his body were being ripped to shreds. Dumbledore even cringed when seeing the scene at a backwards glance.

A moment later Dumbledore arrived at Dudley's truck and sped off into the night.