A/N: You all knew this was coming. A Zombies demigod au! I've been planning this out all summer. I'm so excited for this. Some details to note: there's no actual Zombies in this story, but the characters are kinda the same. Some of them are OoC because being a demigod kinda sucks.

Look, you know those gods you learn about in middle school? Well, they're real. They're the reason why I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, about to sacrifice my 'friends' or myself to the choppy, icy waters below and jagged rocks. Sound insane? Well it's because it is. I'm living it and I hardly believe it.

Okay okay, let me start from the beginning.

My name is Addison. I'm fourteen years old. Am I a troubled kid? That's one way to put it.

My adoptive mother says it stems from my freakish genes. Oh yeah, I've got this pristine white hair color. It's kinda silvery, kinda metallic. All freaky. I do what I can to hide it—cut it as short as possible and cover it with a wig. I would dye it, but it takes a lot of hair dye to change the color and I can't bring any dye on campus at my boarding school.

There's that too. After they adopted me, they shipped me off to boarding school so I wouldn't be their problem. I know, I know, terrible parenting. But they wanted a chubby, white, baby girl with big blue eyes. If they could return me they would, but it'd ruin their reputation as the 'perfect family'.

I think my problematic behavior has to do with my string of bad luck. Usually I don't believe in that kind of bullshit, but it's the only explanation I've got right now.

I've been dismissed from more schools than I can count on both hands. There were four preschools in New Hampshire, eight elementary schools in Pennsylvania and New Jersey, and six middle schools between Maryland, Maine, and New York. I hadn't been dismissed from my current school—Young Women's Wilderness School - Northeast—before my life went to complete hell.

I had been labeled as a kleptomaniac, kicked out for stealing, arrest charges, and messing with the wrong crowds. A bunch of bullshit like that. It was easier to get what I wanted when I was small and cute. Now I was a 'delinquent teenager', according to my parole officer and guidance counselor and parents.

They all blamed it on my ADHD, which is attention deficit and hyperactivity disorder. Sprinkle in some dyslexia and a healthy dose of being told you were flawed and messed up. And you've got yourself a delinquent teenager.

For a full record of all the terrible, no good things I've done, you see my official police records. But to name a few, there's stealing things like candy, clothes, money, bedsheets, toys, hair accessories, tablets and smartphones, and small pets. It's really easy to do, especially considering when they'd ask if I paid I'd say yes and they believed me. From school, I've convinced teachers to swap my name with a smarter kid's so it looked like I did great (which apparently counts as cheating), taken several hundred dollars from several different teachers, started five fires (two on accident), caused one girl to nearly drown to death (I was four so I only went in for a psychological evaluation), and nearly started three different gang wars on school property.

There was probably more, considering I don't remember what I did to get dismissed from four preschools. All I can tell you was that most of those things weren't my fault. Now I wasn't necessarily blaming other people, but you got to remember I'm a 'troubled' kid. All those years of being verbally abused about my hair, which was treated with the level of serious as…Elsa and hiding her snow magic, you can't really blame me.

But that's besides the point. You don't want to hear about my sob story of a childhood, you want to hear about how and why I'm about to sacrifice these kids I barely know to some psycho. And in order to start from the beginning, I must get into that mindset. Back then I was a slightly peppy, much happier kid. I had real friends and dealt with my teenage bullshit like any other fourteen year old. I wasn't exposed to the world of mythology, gods and goddesses, monsters and family feuds.