Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 121

Harry groaned, burrowing himself further into Daryl's warmth as the alarm went off. Harry felt rather than heard Daryl's amusement. As arms wrapped around him, one around his chest, the other absently falling lower. To tenderly touch his stomach, he could still hardly believe there was a child growing in there, that he and Harry were going to be fathers soon. "You can go later." Daryl pointed out, his voice not the slightest bit tired.

"How long have you been awake?" Harry asked, fingers brushing up and down his arm.

"Not long," Daryl murmured quietly, leaning against Harry with an air of wistfulness, they'd soon both be getting up at the crack of dawn. He ain't ever been near any other kid except Judith and he ain't been in charge of her overnight or had to put up with crying. It was easy to give her back when she got cranky. "Why do you want to talk to them alone?" curious enough to actually ask, he normally would just wait to find out, he wasn't big on talking too much. He spoke a lot more than he used to though, funnily enough, especially now quiet was a lifesaver and loudness was a danger.

"Just a few questions about the group," Harry commented, curling closer to Daryl, "There's just something off about all of them. Not just because of what Luna said, it's something I can't put my finger on."

Daryl grunted, shifting slightly, and Harry took that as agreement.

"They seem rather ostracised; I don't know if it's their own actions or something else." Harry added, shrugging his shoulders a little. "Could be a whole variety of things, really." Hell, Merle was a good example, he completely alienated everyone around him. It took over a year for them to begin warming up to him and longer still to trust him. They could be just the same, the couple, although he somehow doubted it, and it wasn't their looks that made him think that.

Daryl just hummed quietly, almost dismissively, he didn't really care.

Harry laughed softly; fondness suffused in that laugh. Daryl didn't warm up to people easily, except if they were kids. He wasn't sure he'd even warmed up to anyone outside of their core group actually. It was very difficult to gain Daryl's trust, and if you ever lost it…you best pray you were at the other side of the world. The only one Daryl gave repeated chances to was his brother.

Daryl would protect them all though, and watch over them, anyone that was welcomed into P.A.

"We'll be lucky to see either Luna or Merle today," Harry added absently, as his stomach grumbled. "The portals worked far better than anticipated."

Daryl frowned, he knew very well she'd created a whole load of them despite not knowing whether they would work or not. Luna didn't know the definition of 'too much' and definitely knew her craft well enough to know it would work. Her work had made their lives easier, even with no electricity, although they did have it, but a decade in it would be broken and useless, until someone came along and knew how to tinker with it. None of the wizards and witches knew if a repairing charm would work.

"She was muttering about possibly making portals for humans, like the cupboards, but portals instead." Harry explained, feeling rather than seeing Daryl's frown. "She's hoping it might be used to save a lot more people."

"Most ain't going to be saveable." Daryl pointed out, not at this point, but as long as they continued taking in people that weren't savages, he guessed it was all good.

"I know," Harry said grimly, it was a surprise they'd managed to have a somewhat normal life after the war. Not to mention his own problems, but in general everyone. It had been a feral sort of living, not so different to the beginning of the apocalypse. Not that it had been called that then of course. Just a pandemic. "I think that's what is surprising me about the newcomers." Putting his hand on top of Daryl's that rested on his stomach.

They remained in a contented silence for a few moments, before Harry reluctantly emerged from the cocoon of warmth. Tomorrow, he promised himself, tomorrow he'd get a long lie, test to see how long Daryl would actually lie there. Daryl wasn't one for wasting daylight, he was generally always active, or watching.

"Time to get started," stretching out, he began to get dressed, taking only a few minutes until he was putting on his heavy duty boots. "I'll need a new pair of these soon, the tread is entirely gone." They'd saved a pair of each pair of shoes, boots, trainers, and in each size, colour what have you. They could magically make a new pair as long as they had an original. So, it wasn't something overly concerning, and Harry loved these boots, he didn't end up with blisters like the ones he'd tried before he got these ones.

"Think Andrea has already beaten me to the punch?" Harry asked, once he'd tied the last boot. Taking a long lazy look over his husband as he dressed. He looked so hot in leather, Daryl had a fondness for his leather vest, with the angel wings on the back. He wore it all the time, and kept it in as neat condition as possible.

Daryl snorted, but it was a good question, out of them all, except Luna, Merle and his husband, Andrea was most like him. She had someone to protect and Harry had played on that, to get her stronger, more capable. It had worked very well, he thought, recalling her stupidity at the prison. "Wouldn't be surprised," although, she did trust magic, they all did.

Harry didn't insult Daryl by asking if he wanted to come, of it he was coming. He'd noticed that Daryl was barely out of his sight, and if he was, his brother and Luna were in his place keeping a keen watch on him. He was very vulnerable right now, not that you'd know it, the stubborn wizard that he was.

"Oh, Susan's coming some point today," Harry commented, as they trudged out of the house, they never ate in their unless it was something they specifically brought back that they wanted as a treat outside of meals. They all had their own cupboards and such that preserve things. "You miss the quiet?" well aware Daryl preferred the woods, hunting and quiet, loudness got a bit too much for the social reserved Dixon.

"Sometimes," Daryl answered brutally honest, "But never at your expense," he confessed quietly so nobody but Harry could hear. Seeing blonde hair outside his peripherals, Andrea, no doubt about it.

He wasn't wrong.

"Ready to head out?" Andrea asked, looking tired but resolute.

"Did you get any sleep at all?" Harry asked, staring Andrea down.

"Some, I kept an eye on the Barracks," Andrea confessed, her sister had kept her company so it wasn't too bad. They hadn't been close before the apocalypse. That's not to say she hadn't loved her, she had, but she'd focused on the wrong thing. Her career instead of family, and now she'd lost her parents, she refused to lose her sister too.

Harry shook his head bemused, "That was daft, you know I have spells on the area to ensure our safety and you added the House-elves to ensure our safety was doubled." The House-elves all understood English and would have reported anything of note. The fact they hadn't been bothered by either the spells going off or the House-elves coming to them indicated they haven't ventured out or attempted a coup.

"There is something I just can't put my finger on," Andrea admitted, "Nobody is still that upstanding and polite after this long. Or trusting, I swear there were only two or three there that gave you a remotely cautious look. A cautious but not distrusting look."

Daryl nodded, they both got that feeling too.

"That's why we're going to visit…what did they say their name was Aaron and…crap I've forgotten," Harry said, rubbing his neck sheepishly, trying to remember his name.

Andrea and Daryl glanced at Harry before shrugging, neither could remember either.

"You sure you don't want to get some sleep?" Harry asked, giving her a once over, she really did look like crap.

"I'll go after this, it's Michonne and Mira are heading out today with a group," Andrea rubbed her eyes, beyond tired, honestly not sure whether she'd get any sleep. She'd gone beyond tiredness a few hours ago, she envied her sisters ability to still sleep wherever she lay or sat down. She'd never been able to do that, and it had heightened during the apocalypse.

Harry nodded, "Come on then, lets get this over with so you can rest," he wondered if a small measure of a sleeping draught would work? Considering Michonne had been completely healed with no ill effects, he deduced she should be alright but who knows what allergies potions could elicit in anyone. "If you want something to help you rest or remain awake until tonight let me know." He added absently.

"Will do," Andrea agreed, loosening her hair before using her fingers to put it up again, loose strands and all until it was tied up properly. If she took something to perk her up, she might actually go with Mira and Michonne, she literally had nothing to do today. Then again, maybe not, with so many strangers in the area it wasn't something she desired to do. "Aren't you going for breakfast first?"

"Yes," Daryl stated, already guiding him in the direction of the museum turn communal dining hall. Preventing him from getting to work without eating. Which he knew the second he took a step in the opposite direction. "I'm starving." Knowing that it would take the wind out of Harry's sails, which it did, his shoulders slumped from the defensive set they'd adopted within the last few seconds.

Harry couldn't force himself to deny Daryl anything, even if he suspected it was a manipulation. He eyed Andrea who laughed quietly, feeling grumpy. He didn't want to try and force himself to eat only be sick, and some of the smells were making him feel worse than sick.

Although, when he entered the kitchen he didn't feel that sickening feeling consuming him. That might be because it was the crack of dawn and not even Carol roused that early. "My mum used to have dry toast when her symptoms got bad with Amy." Andrea told Harry, as she begun slicing a baked loaf of bread until it was all even individual slices, they hadn't happened upon a bread slicer yet.

"Or crackers, dry biscuits is said to be good too," Andrea continued as moved around, taking a tray of butter out the cupboard and spread it on her piece of bread. "She was told to eat small meals frequently and meals with rice and pasta." Frowning as she tried to recall everything about her mother's pregnancy, she'd been a teenager herself and not exactly interested in her mum as much as she's ashamed to admit it.

"We do still have a lot of those small pasta lunch meal cartons," Harry said thoughtfully, accepting the two pieces of bread from Andrea, and toasting them with his wand. He didn't bother buttering them, he'd try the dry toast, he hated the idea of wasting food.

"That's perfect for small meals, but remember to eat something with it, they're too small on their own," Andrea pointed out, before shoving a portion of her buttered bread into her mouth. "You're eating for three, not just one person." And wasn't that insane for her to say to a man? The things that had changed since the world went to tell…although, she'd always think of magic as a miracle, even if Harry never wanted them to think of it as such. She got it, he didn't want them depending on magic.

She knew without Harry they'd likely all be dead. Recalling what Rick had led his own family and group into, and if they'd been with him? Yeah, they'd have been killed by cannibals.

Daryl gave her a nod from behind Harry, he'd make sure Harry ate properly. Looks like he wasn't the only one who knew how little Harry took care of himself. Given all he'd heard it was a lifetime habit that hadn't been broken even with his years at Hogwarts. Abuse left a lifetime of marks both inside and out, Daryl knew that better than anyone.

Once they'd had a small breakfast, they packed a few things for the couple they were going to see.

"Let's go then, before they're all up, I don't want to be interrupted." Harry commented, drinking from his bottle of water, grimacing at the ice tea Andrea was drinking. He wasn't sure how they could stand drinking that stuff, never mind drinking it cold.

"It's odd its so silent," Andrea commented, there wasn't even a creature stirring.

Harry looked around, conceding her words, it was rather quiet, but given the sun was barely starting to peak out it was hardly surprising. It wouldn't take long before the birds would begin hooting, and with that the rest of the animals would begin to rise and before long people.

The rest of the trip to the barracks was silent, none of them felt the need to break the silence. Back when everything was civilised, such silences would have been seen as antisocial, or rude, especially if they knew who they were. Given their quick strides, it didn't take them any longer than ten minutes – maybe a few minutes more at a push – before they were at the empty – of all but two souls – barrack that Harry had given them for 'privacy' due to the prejudice he could feel coming from some of the others.

Daryl used his fist and smacked on the barrack door twice, with a pause between them. Not wanting to alarm them or think the worst, they hadn't actually been checked for weapons. So, Daryl used his arm to push them further away from the door in case someone did shoot.

A few seconds – and curses – later one of the men answered the door, looking frazzled. The second he saw who it was, he stepped back, and let them in, it was their property after all.

The other man was also quick to curse, before trying to arrange the bed, which was clear they'd both slept in. As if they felt the need to hide the fact, which Harry thought rather strange…especially given the fact they were in the middle of an apocalypse, how much privacy could they have? Or did they not sleep together normally? "Good morning, I'm sorry to disturb you both, and I also apologise for not really introducing ourselves properly yesterday."

"Here some breakfast," Andrea said, she trusted these two a little more than the rest, since they had a hardness to them the others lacked. "And a drink. It's pineapple." As in diluted pineapple.

"Thank you," Aaron said, smiling in gratitude to the blonde.

"We're grateful," Eric said with equal measures of gratitude, he knew how scarce food was, so to be feeding them meant a great deal. He wasn't sure how big this group was, but he reckoned it was quite big, the oddness of yesterday – not seeing the Fort – and then seeing it once they read the paper aside, it was a massive plot of land, it was Fort Benning for god sake.

"I have questions I'd like to ask, are you amendable to answering them?" Harry asked, sitting down on one of the chairs Daryl had just brought over.

Aaron frowned, "You mean about my group?"

"Very perceptive, yes, but likely not in the manner you mean," Harry informed them.

"What do you want to know?" Eric asked, as Aaron took a drink.

"What happened to make your entire group leave wherever you were?" Harry asked staring intently.

"Leave? Uh, our, our community was walled in over time, we were amongst the first evacuated you see, along with Congresswoman Deanna Munroe and her family…we called it the Alexandria safe-zone." Eric was rather nervously blabbing. "We thought we would be killed by a group called Alphas'… but we somehow managed to beat them. It cost us over half our community, then there were thousands upon thousands of walkers they easily defeated our defences and swarmed what was left of our community. We could only take what we could grab and run; we've been running ever since." Barely ate, barely slept, it was a downright awful situation but he and Aaron were used to it whereas the others were not.

"How many alphas were there?" Andrea asked, alarmed at the thought of a massive group that could half that community easily.

"Twelve or thirteen," Eric explained.

Daryl, Andrea and Harry all froze, staring intently at the man in shock. Surely he was having them on, there had been at least sixty people.

"Are you…" Harry paused, it was clear both of them were serious, "Are you serious? Are you telling me that twelve people managed to kill up to what…sixty or seventy people?" what did they have really bad aim?

"What were they using snipers? Or a machine gun?" Andrea commanded to know, they knew they weren't the only one with a big reserve of every kind of guns, ammunitions and everything that had been stored at Fort Benning when they slowly but gradually took over. At least P.A was safe, they couldn't be bombarded by a group trying to take over their group.

Eric's mouth snapped closed, turning to stare at Aaron who stood up, now finished with his breakfast.

"Other than Eric and myself, none of our people have left the safe zone since the beginning of the apocalypse." Aaron admitted, "They're…"

"Useless," Eric grimaced but refused to back down on what he called them.

"They've been safe and protected, they had no idea what the world was like." Aaron continued.

"Two people out of all of you go out to hunt for food for sixty people?" Daryl spoke, his tone had a bite to it.

"More like a recruiter," Aaron revealed, "We went out to find groups of survivors, brought them back to Alexandria."

"That explains a few things," Andrea commented idly. More specifically why they weren't as trusting as the others, but they too had a certain trust to them it was just less evident.

"How has that worked out for you? The recruiting?" Harry asked, truly tremendously curious. They didn't have the ability to read minds, Harry wasn't sure he'd trust anyone without it. In this world? It was a dog eating dog world now, survival of the fittest. Yes, some people will still be the same, but others? Others let their darker personality emerge. One they'd kept leashed by polite society.

"It went well, for a time," Aaron sighed, before sitting on the edge of the bed, "Until we brought Davidson and his small group into the community."

"Let me guess, they didn't do well with being ordered around?" Andrea asked, it was one of the things she first baulked at too, to be fair.

"They couldn't live peacefully there, no," Aaron replied, "Deanna and her family exiled them, and recruiting groups was suspended."

"At least for a bit," Eric answered, shifting his blonde hair from his eyes.

"Exiled or killed?" Daryl bluntly asked, "Only idiots would exile someone when they know where you are."

"Truly just exiled," Aaron said, "We warned Deanna that they needed to learn to fight, to defend themselves, after the Alpha attack she realized we were right. To survive they would need people from the outside to show them how to."

"Risky, but depending on the size of the group doable." Andrea nodded, a little bit more settled at the group, they were just like them at the Quarry all those years ago.

"Not doable, those kinds of people are just ripe for the killing, anyone you bring in." Harry stated, "I mean seriously? It's been years asking people to join your community and what? Teach them everything what are they really getting in turn? A safe place? They could have that safe place if they took over. It's been too long, those on the outside will have formed their fractions, it won't be easy for massive groups to just co-exist."

Andrea nodded her agreement; it was true and one of their beliefs too. They'd done the smart thing to go after only singular or duos instead of groups.

"We learned that a little too late," Aaron agreed.

"How did you go about inducting them into the community?" Harry asked, these muggles had been extraordinarily lucky. That or very optimistic despite what they were doing and that was…out of this world. How many people could he say shared that optimism? One? Luna? Perhaps even Neville but nobody else, not even Susan Bones shared such optimism. She used to when she was young, he recalled, but not as an adult.

"Aaron and I would monitor them for a few days, to gauge whether they would adapt well enough to the safe-zone." Eric explained, "We'd ask them if they wanted to join, and we would bring them back. There they would audition to for citizenship."

Daryl couldn't help the bark of laughter that left his lips, sheer incredulity wafting from the normally impassive Dixon.

"Audition?" Andrea asked, as Harry struggled to keep a straight face, hiding it from the two men. "Please tell me it's not what it sounds like." Envisioning some sort of reality tv programme she'd watched before the world went to hell. Where they said what they thought they'd want to hear, and that was it, they were in.

"I don't know, we're only the recruiters," Aaron confessed.

Harry's eyes narrowed sharply on that proclamation, "and you've never spoken to them afterward?"

Eric and Aaron glanced at one another before Eric spoke, "We tend to avoid the community, and any gatherings they have. Despite the fact we saved their lives the majority of the members treat us as outsiders due to their intolerance of homosexuality."

"Then it's settled, they're not staying," Harry stated firmly, "I refuse to let people like that into my community." He already had Rick trying his best to stir up trouble whenever he could. It always failed due to everyone being aware of Rick's problems and their trust in him, in them, in all of them.

"I agree, that sort of prejudice shouldn't be tolerated, it wasn't on before the apocalypse, it should matter less now." Andrea was all for their rights, it didn't matter who you loved. Although, people probably chose this sort of life to prove that you need to be with a woman to 'populate the population' and all that crap.

"We'll help them get to safety, somewhere safe, reinforced, but they won't know anything more." Harry stated firmly, standing up, which included magic. "You two are more than welcome to stay here with us, where you will be accepted." Unless they really went at it, even Merle would keep his mouth shut, or Luna would shut it for him he thought with amusement.

"You don't have to decide right now," Andrea reassured them, "Shall I get Lori, Rosita, Abe, Amy and I to map out surrounding potential areas?"

"Not too close," Harry groused, he didn't like them already and he hadn't really spoken to them. "I don't suppose you want to take over?" he asked Daryl.

Daryl snorted, shaking his head quickly and vehemently, "Hell no," he wasn't dealing with them himself, screw that. "Leave em to Merle."

Harry laughed, "Now you're being particularly evil," teasing Daryl causing Andrea to laugh a little.

"Oh, come on, they deserve it!" Andrea commented, "Although, to be honest, if you told me this years ago? I would have killed myself laughing." God, Merle had been completely intolerable back then, utterly sufferable.

"I'm sorry, we don't mean to be disrespectful, just an inside joke, we weren't making light of what you've been through" Harry explained to the two, "I have a feeling despite their attitudes that you'd prefer to remain with them. Feeling like you owe them something, and we cannot and won't change your mind. However, know the offer is on the table."

"That's a whole load of people that know the whereabouts of P.A," Daryl pointed out, "We won't always have magic at play, how are we going to deal with it?"

Harry's lip curled, "If they make any attempt to get back here, they'll be shot before they breach the second round of wards with extreme prejudice."

Aaron was quick to answer, "We understand completely, we owe you a lot for taking us in at our time of need." And it had been a time of need. He'd been whispering to Eric he wished he had just one more day with him. He'd been prepared to do anything for his husband – nothing official of course, marriage hadn't been recognized between two men – even draw the walkers away using his own blood, sacrificing himself so that his husband may live for another day.

"Are you always so optimistic?" Harry asked with a rueful smile on his face.

"The more people we have to build communities with means we will survive this, and people can be so good." Aaron said passionately.

Harry stared at him sympathy warring with awe, sympathy at the goodness he still held for others who would stab him in the back for his sexual orientation. Awe that he had managed to retain such a good natured outlook given the world they lived in. He wanted to ensure they took the very best of care, protect that goodness as best he could. He had a personality that drew you in, how anyone could not like him was beyond Harry.

Even Luna hadn't remained fully optimistic after the war fully started up, and if there was anyone you thought would, it would be Luna.

Pip popped in, "They is leaving the barracks, they is wanting to investigate where they live now and get food." The House-elf enunciated carefully, ignoring the squeaks and shouts of incredulity coming from the two newcomers. They wanted to please Harry, and they could do so if they adhere to his wishes, ergo, they didn't gush, did as he asked, and they had noticed they were being given more duties.

Helping the children were the best, added to the knowledge that their master would be having a baby. If they pleased him enough, perhaps they'd get to babysit the baby! The heir of the most ancient and noble house of Potter. There was no higher honour truly.

"Get food?" Harry echoed, finding himself deeply offended, were they truly leaving the barracks – when not given permission – putting their people in danger if they decided their actions were a declaration of war. Surely, he was just misunderstanding, they wouldn't just blatantly try and attempt to eat their food even if they could manage to find it? A quick sharp glance at Aaron and he realised it was likely his initial thoughts were correct. "How was it worded, Pip?" pleased with himself, it was a damn miracle he knew their names, given the amount of them, although most of them worked in P.A 2.

The wards gave way, showing that the house-elf was correct, they were leaving the barracks.

Daryl and Andrea inclined their heads a little in order to hear what the House-elf had to say.

"Blonde in a skirt said 'lets have a look at our new home and surroundings, and I'll see about getting us all fed'," the House-elf was mimicking the woman she'd heard speak, quite accurately actually, given the look on Aaron's face. Then again, it just might be Pip himself that had Aaron reacting that way, he'd never seen a House-elf before. If he'd had his way, he wouldn't have had the man knowing anything remotely magical but it couldn't be help.

"Blonde in a skirt?" Andrea mouthed lips twitching madly.

"They come up with the most amusing names," Harry said wryly, recalling what Dobby had called everyone he loved, "They don't mean to be insulting…I don't think." His mouth made a moue and he shrugged his shoulders. After all they'd called Ron 'Harry's Wheezy' Harry still believed that's where the twins had got their idea for the store. Weasley wizarding wheezes. A fond smile for the House-elf appeared on his face, he missed him, always would.

"What is that thing?" Eric repeated himself loudly, from where he was slightly behind Aaron who had moved him behind in order to protect him. They'd been calling out the same question hoping for an answer, and were beginning to get really anxious and if Eric was honest angry at being ignored.

Harry turned to face them, "Well that's not nice!" he said in offence, defending them as he always would.

Aaron and Eric just continued to gape, watching the house-elf as if it were the most horridly fascinating thing, they'd ever seen that was dangerous. Like one might look at a tiger, well, if you weren't Luna that is. Now Luna would want to approach it, pet it, but nobody else was Luna.

"She is a house-elf, no she won't attack you without cause or provocation." Harry stated firmly, "And yes, she's more than capable of taking care of herself." Enunciating the 'she' due to their use of 'thing' Pip wasn't a thing, she was a house-elf a magical creature that deserved his defence. Although Harry honestly wished she'd put up barriers around herself, so that the Muggles couldn't have seen her. It would have been preferable than them seeing magic, but what difference would it make? They were about to be on their way hopefully soon.

Aaron and Eric gave weak nods, while Aaron's fascination had been roused, he had so many questions he wanted to ask her. His optimism coming out in spades at the sight of this newness. Just as he was opening his mouth Pip left after Harry gave her leave to return to her family and the rest of her kind.

"Can you believe their gall?" Andrea muttered distastefully; her caution warred with indignation over their actions.

Unhooking his radio from his belt, "Anyone awake?"

Almost immediately people began to name themselves over the radio, Michonne, Mira, Carl, Sophia, Carol, Abe, Rosita, Noah, Hershel, Dale, Maggie, Glenn, Eugene and on and on despite the early morning.

"We have a group of wanderers that have, despite my warning my I add, decided to go wandering where they've not been invited. They left approximate five minutes ago, let them see how bad an idea that is, especially now." Harry commented icily, he honestly did not understand their thinking. Perhaps Aaron was correct, they're completely naïve and did not understand just how dangerous the outside world had got.

"It's time they got the memo that the dead aren't the most dangerous thing in this world now." It was Abe's voice that came through. "Foolish idiots." He added in a faux cheerful voice.

"You might as well come along," Harry said bluntly, pinching the bridge of his nose, this wasn't exactly what he'd expected to happen. "They are bloody idiots," he conceded, agreeing with Abe's earlier radio transmission.

They kept in touch though the radio, informing each other where they were, and when they caught sight of them. Ironically enough, whilst Carol was carrying breakfast towards the museum. They got close enough to hear Deanna's words to Carol which frankly left them all speechless with shock.

"Excuse me this is Oliva," Deanna commented speaking to Carol, gesturing towards the black-haired pale women who looked to be in her early forties. "She's the inventory manager, show her where the food and weapons are and she will distribute them appropriately."

A/n – I'm not sure if in the series she would have done something so idiotic, I mean come on, the actions she took (mainly letting Rick in ugh) and taping their interviews as if everything was all swell in the world. I couldn't help but be so horrifyingly amused by her after seeing how everything was beyond that safe zone. You'd think someone in politics would be more aware of the world and able to defend themselves. 😊 but nope, they were all useless, I couldn't believe it, ugh they were like the group in the Quarry quite happy to have a wife beater amongst them. Pretending they were better than everyone else…yeah no that's not happening 😉 I do have a plan for him but who would you like to see enact it? Abe? Will we see Eugene step up? Having gained courage being around such courageous people? Merle? Getting to do what he wanted to with Ed? Or will Harry swiftly and silently take care of the problem? 😉 Read and Review please!