A/N: This story takes place 200 years after Rick Riodan books. next chapter will be longer. I would like to thank Ravenclaw Fangil Forever for helping me with this chapter. Rated K+ for the following: Zombies, pushing, Teenage sass, 6 yr old speaking of drunkenness, "Sheer Horror", and threatening flying shoes:) go to for more ratings. Disclaimer: all recognized characters owned by original owner. Insert more legal stuff here

Chapter 1: Why me?

Out of the 12 billion people in the world, it was me that has to save the world (past, present, and future). Hold on, I'm getting too far ahead of ! My name is Daniel Radcliff Jackson aka Dan. My story begins in Swansboro, North Carolina at the park when zombies attacked a soccer game.

So I was going to my little brother's soccer game with my mom. "Do I have to go?" I said. "Yes, you know it will boost his confidence." said Mom. "And besides, he comes to your games." "Alright, but as long as I don't have to wear a team shirt or anything." I said as we drove there.

So the game was at 13 - 9 with my brother's team winning when the earth started shaking. A loud voice said "YOU HAVE DEFEATED US ONCE, BUT WE HAVE RISEN AGAIN, STRONGER THAN EVER! YOU WILL BOW TO US, FOR WE HAVE AN ARMY OF DEMIGODS ON OUR SIDE!" Then an army of zombies come from the ground and use magic or something. I don't mean like nickel behind your ear, but controlling lightning and water.+"Maia!" said my mom. Then me and my brothers shoes grew wings and started flying. " Go to Camp Half-Blood or else you'll lose a wing" she said as she glared threateningly at the shoes that were dragging us away.

After hours of sheer horror, we finally arrived at "Camp Half Blood" whatever that is. I saw a blue campfire with about 50 people singing the folk song "Shake it Off". Then everybody looked up and saw me and my brother coming down. Then they acted like it was normal. My brother Benidict asked "Are they drunk?" Then I pushed him. "Who taught you that word? Your 6!" I said. "Barney" he said. When we landed, a half horse, half man greeted us. He said "The next generation of the Jacksons have arrived, and as I said to your ancestors Percy and Annabeth 200 years ago, welcome to Camp Half-blood".