Biohazard
A/N: For those that know me, I mainly write Parodies and Friendship stories. This is my first time doing a Horror story, and I will admit, I'm pretty excited. The idea for Biohazard came from the game Resident Evil 6, which in Japan is called Biohazard. Since it is the summer, expect weekly updates from me. I may even update twice a week if people really like it.
The format of this story will be as follows just to make sure that there's no confusion:
Subject of Interest:
Date:
Time:
Location:
Warning: I can't stress enough that this is a Horror story, so the rating might change due to violence. I want people to know that this isn't for people who get scared easily, so don't flame me if you accidently wet the bed at night. And someone please tell me where exactly Camp Jupiter is!
Subject of Interest: Percy Jackson
Date: June 21, 2012
Time: 6:14 am
Location: Camp Jupiter; Oakland, California
"Breaking news: a bioterrorist attack has been unleashed in New York City. According to the government, a new disease called the C-virus has infected ninety percent of the population. That estimates to about 7.5 million people. So far, there is no cure for the virus, but scientists and researchers are doing -"
Jason froze the Iris message. It was dead quiet on the Argo II. No one moved; no one said anything. The only sound that could be heard was the creaking of the ship. People looked at each other in either disbelief, horror, or both. When the silence began to become suffocating, Percy broke it.
"Who did this to my city," he asked with hatred in his voice. No one knew what to say, fearful of facing the son of Poseidon's wrath. He turned to the other demigods on the ship. "I said," he grabbed ahold of a chair. "Who did this to my city?" Percy threw the chair against the wall and watched it shatter into dozens of pieces.
Annabeth was the first at his side, trying to calm him down. She knew what he was worried about the most. "Percy, stop it! You don't know if your mom and Paul have been infected. Just calm down!"
Percy turned on her. "How would you know that? You don't have to worry about your parents because they're still here in California! My mother is the only family I have while you have your dad and your brothers."
Annabeth didn't look angry. She didn't yell back at him, or make some smart remark. Instead, she grabbed his arm and pulled him into a hug. Percy didn't resist, yet he didn't respond. Soon though, his arms wrapped around her waist, returning her hug.
"I'm so sorry for what I said," he whispered in her ear.
"I know you didn't mean it," she said. "And besides, your mom and Paul know how to handle themselves. I have a gut feeling they haven't been infected."
"I hope you're right. I truly do." Percy let his girlfriend go and turned to Jason. "What else is the news saying?"
"Let's find out, shall we?" Jason unfroze the image and let it play.
"– to authorities, the last time a huge outbreak like this happened was in Raccoon City fourteen years ago. Out of the 100,000 citizens, only a few made it out alive," the reporter said. "The effects of the virus go as followed: When a victim gets infected, their entire immune system shuts down, and kills them within minutes. Once dead, the body of the victim will start moving and proceed to find someone who hasn't been infected, and attack them. This is a chain effect and will repeat itself over and over again."
"That's insane," Leo said. "They make it sound like these people are zombies of some kind."
"They basically are, Leo," Hazel said in a low voice. "I can feel it. They're dead, but they still walk the earth."
"What do we do?" Piper asked. When no one answered she turned and faced all of them. "You mean we are just going to sit here and do nothing? Why don't we go to New York and save the survivors? There are at least half a million of them left, so we need to do something!"
Frank stepped up. "Piper's right, we have to do something. Rome can wait; this is needs to be done now." He looked at Jason and Percy. "What do you guys say?"
Percy and Jason looked at each other for a moment. An understanding look was seen on their faces and nodded. "We're going to New York. But first, we see a professor . . ."
"I'm sorry, but your father isn't here, Annabeth," her stepmother said. "After the attack in New York, he got a phone call and said he had to go. My guess is that he got called to help with the bioterrorist attack, though I don't know how he can."
"Is there any way to contact him?" Annabeth asked. She was desperate to talk to her father to make sure he was alright.
Annabeth's stepmom shook her head. "I've tried everything I can to call him, but I just can't get to him." Seeing the defeated looks on all seven demigods, she asked, "What did you need him for?"
"We wanted to know if he knew anybody that could give us information about how to deal with the infected victims," Percy said. "We are trying to save as many survivors as possible."
Mrs. Chase placed her finger under her chin as she thought about something. After a moment or two, she snapped her fingers. "I know someone how can help you." She walked over to the kitchen counter and went through piles after piles of papers. When she found the one thing she was looking for, she pulled it out, grabbed the phone, and started dialing the number on the slip of paper.
"I know someone who can help you," she said as she waited for the call to connect. "I met her a few years ago. She can do more than just give you information."
Soon a woman's voice answered. "Agent Sherry Birkin here."
I really hope you guys liked the intro. There will be fighting in the next chapter so just sit tight and wait for me to update either tomorrow or Wednesday. Until then, peace!
AniDenDav