Death's Emerald Eyes

Chapter 12

The following morning Harry woke up before sunrise to start his strict daily routine. He always ran 6 miles before the sun came up than regular workout routines such as pushups, sit-ups, and Russian twists. He was halfway through his run when Daryl wandered out of the tent.

"Wanna join me, Daryl?" asked the sweaty Brit as he began jogging in place. "Only if you are jogging out of this meadow. If I run circles in here, I'll feel like a mouse on those wheel things," Daryl tiredly elaborated.

"Well, I guess we can go on a ran to town to find another tent! Go get running shoes on, and let's go"

Daryl did just what Harry told him very sluggishly, so much so he knocked over a book in the living room causing Charon to bolt out of Harry's room to protect his family.

"I'm sorry, baby girl. Do you want to join us on a run?"

Charon huffed before walking tired back to Harry's room to sleep. Shaking his head Daryl entered his own room to grab the shoes he borrowed from Merle and never returned many years ago.

Not before long, the pair found themselves jogging through the very picked-over town of North Decatur. They checked all the places Daryl could think of.

"Want to try Sedonia?"

"Why not"

The pair kept place with each other, and they were so in sync that their feet would hit the ground just to rise a second later in time. They took a sharp right on the main road.

There is one large two-lane street with buildings lining both sides. Strip mall-esque setup. Broken glass littered the ground causing crunching noises with every step. Abandoned cars and a reverent here and there.

It was hard to see the town he grew up in absolutely demolished. Granny and him would do everything they could to help the community especially those who were at risk. Seeing everything in such disrepair sends a sour spike into his soul; the gentle people he helped... what happened to them?

Daryl lead the pair to a Dick's Sporting Goods. The store was a shit show. Half of the racks were pushed over on each other, there were liquids of all kinds all over the floor, and even the ceiling was falling apart in some places. The hunter had no idea how fast society could crumble, especially since he was here 2 days before all the crazy reports hit the news. It shouldn't be this bad.

"And the government wants us to stay put..." Harry snarlingly comments as they reach the tent section.

"At least no one thinks they need to go camping"

They stare at a nearly untouched camping section. The guns and water filters are mostly missing but there's everything else. The pair walked up to a 6-person tent displayed and looked at the shelf beneath it.

"Ain't much choice," Daryl points out as he picks up a 4-person tent and a 6-person tent.

"This is still too much, but we can make do" Harry shrinks the boxes and puts a featherlight spell on it before he throws them in his pocket.

"Mr. Hunter, what else do you think we need?"

"Probably some extra gear like duct tape, flashlights, toilet paper, canteens, or ice chests for the food"

Harry begins to wander off debating on what he should grab while Daryl makes a pile of things that may be helpful to them. The dark-skinned man heads towards the clothing sector of the store. He starts in the little boy's section and grabs things randomly, such as winter jackets, sweaters, hoodies, underwear, running pants, etc. He does the same for men, women, and young girls sections.

He grabbed a few extra sports bras because he remembered Pansy in Hogwarts complaining about lack of tit support when training. He never understood why she didn't just buy a sports bra, but that may just be a muggle thing.