Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 96

"Don't say or do anything, either of you, keep your calm until Harry gets here," Andrea whispered hastily to her sisters, and Sophia was like a third sister, could actually be mistaken for one actually. They were deeply protective of her, and were terrified of what might happen, but they refused to allow their fears to show. They wouldn't give these people the satisfaction, they couldn't even grieve for BT and Patrick, not yet.

"What are you going to do?" Amy asked, "Please don't do anything stupid," she begged, as she was wrenched into the compound. It was massive, and the amount of people they had there was…immense, more so than them which was saying something. They looked terrified, barely even looking up as they were forced further along.

"Just do whatever you have to until he gets here," Andrea retorted sharply, stumbling up the stairs as she was pushed. Gritting her teeth, furious with her inability to get to her weapons and the portkey. Even if she could…she wouldn't leave with Amy and Sophia. Who were bound in the same manner she was, plastic wrist ties weren't able to be easily broken or undone like rope or cuffs.

She hadn't felt this useless since the start of the apocalypse and she hated it.

So many people, this entire compound was taken up with people. There was a caste system in place by the look of it. It absolutely disgusted her, when they were led further down into cells she began to panic a little. Especially when they put Sophia into one on her own, then Amy, smashing her foot into her captor, she leaned forward before swinging backwards, smashing her head into his, stars exploded in her vision but she didn't care, without mercy, she pressed her foot into his neck, and let her weight do the deed, staring at the guy with vindictive blue eyes, watching him scratch and claw at her, trying to get air.

She didn't let up until he had long since stopped gasping for air. Aware that she might not have long – all walkers took different times to return some merely a minute others hours – she folded her legs and wigged back, blindly grasping for the keys they'd used to close her sisters into the cells.

"Just…just hold on," Andrea called out to them, barely refraining from crying out in relief when she felt her hands wrap around that precious metal holding the keys. Her hands were shaking with the adrenaline, which did not help matters at all.

"What are you doing?" Amy called out, worry sounding her voice.

"Quiet!" Andrea gritted her teeth, wiggling around until she was able to slowly get back to her feet, using the wall as a crutch, due to not having her hands to aid her. The last thing she needed was someone else coming down…then she'd lose any element of surprise she had…she still needed to get the ties off too.

"Who are you?" came a young voice muffled from the end cell.

"Why does your voice sound familiar?" came another voice.

Andrea froze in shock when she heard the familiar voice, it couldn't be…could it? Was she imagining things? her accent had faded a little more…Was that Morales little girl? Was Morales here? Perhaps it was just someone who sounded like her…it was just impossible.

"Eliza?" Andrea croaked out, looking around the dim room, trying to find somewhere or something she could use to get these ties off of her.

"Oh, my god! It's her!" Sophia called out quietly, shock in her voice. "Eliza! Are you okay? Is Louis with you?" remembering the name of the boy who had played with her back in the quarry. Those memories were firmly imprinted in her mind never to be forgotten. She'd known they were alive, Harry would have put a spell on them to ensure that…at least she thinks he would have. He'd been fond of them just like her and Carl.

Andrea grunted in annoyance at not finding anything, backing up to Amy's cell door, and begun to try and insert the key, failing each and every time. Closing her eyes, refusing to become frustrated, her shaking hands did not help matters. Focusing on Harry's lessons, anger and adrenaline can be used to your advantage, never let it deter you from your goal. Keep calm and focused, only allow yourself to crumble if you must after the danger has passed.

'Focus, Andrea, now what is your goal?' Harry's voice from ages ago came to her mind, breathing out calmly, she needed to get Amy and Sophia out, to do that she needed a calm and steady mind and hand. She could do this, she'd been in worse situations. One goal at a time, she thought, just one little goal, luckily the lock was about in sync with her bound hands.

The keys were old fashioned, and absolutely no good for using to cut the ties which was unfortunate. Slowly and calmly, she felt for the key, and begun to try and insert it again, after a little fumbling, elation flowed through her as the key slotted perfectly into the hole.

"Yes!" she whispered in triumph, now came the hard part, twisting her hands she muffled her pain, and twisted it around, "It's open, come out…try to find something to get those ties off!"

"I have a knife if you can reach into my back pocket," Amy said, voice muffled for a few seconds before she practically ran out of the cell, relieved beyond belief to get out, shuddering in disgust. She didn't want to know what had happened to those previous occupants. "It's like being back at the prison," she said turning around, both sisters back to back.

"Other one," she informed her, shifting slightly to make it easier for her. She thanked the gods for the fact she'd put it there. She'd had it since Harry gave her it just after the group had split. It was by far her favourite knife, and she kept it well sharp. It would have been more difficult for Andrea to get the knife from her combat pocket half way down her leg, but not impossible.

"What's going on?" Sophia asked, her tone calm and quiet.

"Just…just a minute, I'm trying to get a knife," Andrea said in turn, praying that her hands would go deep enough to get it…the spell made their pockets impossibly deep, and if they didn't know…they wouldn't feel a damn thing. They would have assumed their pockets were empty.

Both her hands were inside, and she could feel the edge of the knife, disbelief tore through her. No, not when she was this close, "Hold on," she said, before thrusting her hands deeper, the bands cutting into her wrists no doubt bruising them. she didn't care about that, bruises would heal…she didn't want to find out what these people wanted with them. She would kill them for what they did to Big Tiny and Patrick. They had been her responsibility and she'd failed, not that they'd had much of a chance against them with their armoured tanks and machine guns. They'd been like lambs for the slaughters. Why lambs you say? Blame Harry, she'd heard him say it often enough.

Using the tips of her fingers, she slowly eased the knife up, until her fingers wrapped around it fully. "Got it," she said elated, carefully easing out of her sisters back pocket, making sure not to drop the knife, deliberately catching the sheath in her pocket so that the knife came free easily. "Spread your wrists as much as possible." She whispered to her sister, heart still pounding, terrified that at any moment someone was going to burst in on them.

Blindly beginning to slice through the ties on her sister, not seeing the grimace of pain on her face of the blood from where she was accidentally cutting into her skin. Amy made absolutely no sound, then eventually her bound wrists gave way, as the ties caved under the pressure of the knife she'd kept so very sharp.

"Undo me," Andrea stated firmly, remaining where she was as Amy scrambled to turn around, remove the rest of the cuff and grab the knife and slice through the middle, "There,"

Andrea didn't pause for a second, she grabbed the keys from Amy's cell door and begun to try each key in the hole for Sophia's until she got her out then, and only then did she call out for the Morales kids. "Louis? Eliza talk to me," she said, following the sound of their voice until she got to their cell door, and begun the process of going through each key until she found what she was looking for.

"We need to figure out a way out," Sophia stated firmly, as she got herself set up, a gun with a silencer and one that fired off multiple rounds. She had magazines close at hand, so when she needed to reload they were there. Hooking her sniper rifle around her neck letting it lay firmly against her back.

"There's too many people…we have to be careful," Amy agreed, tying up her hair, a grim look on her face, guns already within reach. So very grateful that she had them. She felt more secure with them.

"Where's your mum?" Andrea asked of the children once the door was open, they automatically gave her a hug of relief, happy to see someone at least friendly and familiar.

"Mama and Papa are working…if they don't do what they're told we get put in here," Louis explained, with an astonishingly blank look on his face. It hadn't been the first time…but they didn't like what it was doing to their papa.

Andrea gave Amy and Sophia a look, this wasn't going to go well at all.

"Do you know any secret passages? A way to get out of here without being seen?" Amy asked the pair, hoping against hope they would.

Louis shook his head, "The roof might be the only chance, take them out from below…only the soldiers will fight…nobody else will."

"Then the roof is where we go," Sophia stated sharply, eyes hard and grim. "If we can take some of them out…it might be enough until Harry gets here." she had no doubt he would…he would rescue them...no, he'd come for them, they didn't need rescued right now. Although they might if they became overwhelmed.

"We don't need to do that," Andrea said dryly, "We have Portkey's, they'll take us right back to base…remember?" pointing out the obvious, now that their hands were free…they really didn't need to fight.

"What if Harry's already here?" Amy asked, "Will he know we've left?"

A massive wave of fire was seen directly outside of the window.

"Scratch that…he is here," Sophia commented, watching the cursed snake of flames with awe. She loved to see displays of magic, "I don't know about you, but I'm going to go and help!"

"Get us up to the roof," Andrea urged Louis, "Come with us, we'll get you out of here," and the group of four quickly followed Louis, who began to do as Andrea asked, following routes that weren't filled with soldiers patrolling. Which was usually were there was anything of value.

"We should probably have dealt with him before he becomes a walker…" Amy commented, as they took to the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible…but with it being metal it wasn't exactly easy, this must have been some sort of industrial place before the apocalypse.

"If nobody knows how to deal with them yet…then there's no hope for them," Andrea shook her head, keeping Eliza close to her as they continued upstairs, along corridors until they came to a hatch.

"Stay there," Andrea said, ascending the ladder, gripping her tightly, she opened the hatch as quietly as possible before swinging it open and quickly peeking out and then diving back down, but there was nothing there. "It's safe," she said, climbing the rest of the way up.

Sophia came climbing next already grabbing her sniper rifle, and using the scope to find out what was going on and where Harry and the others were. "Axel's hurt," she told them, roving around, "The others are fine, the bullets are just bouncing off them…" with that she began to fight back, shot after shot left her sniper rifle, hitting each person she aimed for in the forehead without slipping up.

"There's a ladder…we could head down this way," Amy called, since she didn't have a sniper rifle, she couldn't help Andrea and Sophia who were busy helping to eliminate the people trying to kill him.

"Who the hell are they anyway?" Sophia asked, "They've got way to much ammunition, and they keep wasting it despite the fact they can clearly see its having no effect!"

"They're all Negan," Eliza parroted what she'd heard so often since coming here.

"Negan and the Saviors," Andrea muttered, "I guess they're as big as they boasted,"

"That isn't a bullet injury Axel is supporting," Sophia realized, "He's been bitten! On the shoulder…" no, not again, this wasn't fair, Big Tiny and Patrick hadn't deserved their fate and neither did Axel. "AHH!" she cried out, the echoing bullet noise almost sounding incredibly loud and deafening.

"Sophia!" Andrea called out, turning to face the culprit, firing off a couple of rounds, only to arch back as the bullets tore into her, choking as she crumbled, the pain of it indescribable.

The last thing Andrea saw was her sister running towards her, a mass of red blooming against her abdomen as she too crumbled to the ground.

A/N – Yes, I've changed the fates of the Morales family, I won't say more just in case I'm already spoiling it for others. Apologies if I am. I am also sorry for yet another cliff-hanger…I can't write anymore tonight so this is what's getting posted…BUT I promise to update real soon like in the next few days and it will be from Harry's POV…not exactly a cheerful story to update which is what I've been trying to do to cheer you all up!