Chapter 1: Introduction

Ideas popped in my head after watching zombie movies O.o Oh and sorry this chapter is a bit short, I'll try to make them longer.

This is a PercyxNico Fic. NO FLAMES in the reviews please.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the amazing Rick Riordan.

Percy P.O.V.

Sweat forms on my forehead. This is honestly becoming too tiring for me. We just defeated two dozen corpses. Annabeth pants by my side, obliviously still tired out from this. I place my sword back in my sword belt and the gun in the holster. She stands up too and we agree to keep on walking towards an abandoned store for some supplies. We need some first aid kits and some medicine.

I break the tightly closed front door and search inside before proceeding in. I tell Annabeth to stay here to check if it's safe. "I'll give you sign to know if it's okay." I walk through the aisles and finally yell out, "KAAKAAA!"

Annabeth runs through and hits the back of my head. "You're such Seaweed Brain!"

We search throughout the store and find exactly what we needed, now if only there were cookies. Such a rare thing we find nowadays, we gather some food that hasn't already rotted.

Finally we walk out with heavier backpacks than before. UGH. This is completely hopeless. I mean who in their right mind would keep trying to survive in this kind of world. Sometimes I wonder why I still try, but I can't really leave Annabeth alone, or she'd kill me.

Also I made a promise to my now gone family. I told them that they wouldn't die for nothing, that I'd make it and try to live on with my life, just because this stupid plague, I won't give up. I don't live in the past. It's stupid to think about the past, so I put behind me. I don't give a thought about it anymore. I push it down. I need to be strong for my best friend.

We did try that relationship thing once. Most disastrous thing that's ever happened in my life, and that's saying something. She was moody, demanding, scary as Hades, and plus she was never my type. Erg. Well yes, but anyways she didn't like me either. We did it because we were lonely, but nope nope nopity nope.

Annabeth is a bit shorter than me by a few inches. Her long princess curls have grown so long that they're all the way down to her waist, now she always wears a ponytail, refusing to cut it. The only thing she even seems to hold onto to is her Yankees hat. As for myself, I have raven black hair, and piercing sea green eyes. Lean but not way too muscular, like a normal teenage boy, or at least what they used to be. Sometimes I like to image that in a lifetime where this didn't happen, I'd be too busy playing video games rather than bothering with homework. All that seems meaningless now though, it's not like that can ever be the same again.

We need a shelter and fast; a safe house to rest for the night. I glance around and nothing in sight. Maybe a couple blocks away or the next city? We keep on walking, and my legs start hurting.

YES! There it is a hotel. My manly instincts directed me here, for which Annabeth hit me again for saying that out loud.

I waited by the door to hear if there were any noises inside, none I suspect. I carefully open the doorknob and am met with a gun to my forehead.

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