WP: Hello everyone, this is a story that I actually believed to be my first fanfic since I wrote it unofficially for a school story. Ironically, I couldn't write the entire thing so I choose an after-story chapter and….got a D.
Herb: Sucks to be you.
WP: Shut up you, I own you.
Herb: By what rights?
WP: By the rights of me making you up.
Herb: Son of a bitch.
Percy Jackson: I thank the gods that I was not in this story.
WP: Oh you are, but in your late twenties, early thirties. So yeah, you don't do shit sorta.
Percy: But I saved the world. Twice.
WP: Don't care, this is a fanfic and I am writing it so ha.
Percy: -mumbles something about bratty fanfiction writers-
WP: Anyways, I don't own Percy Jackson or any characters besides those that I made up. Also, shout out to my Rp buddies because they were amazingly helpful in helping me write this, even if it wasn't intentionally.
Herb: Also, this story could seem offensive to those who practice the Christian religion later.
"Shit, move it girl," A young man, about 16 maybe 17, yells as he and one other run through the streets of Manhattan as if they were being chased. The young man had black hair that was flying in all directions, tired, pain-filled brown eyes, and had on a pair of ripped jeans, black tennis shoes, and a dirt-covered long sleeved shirt. On his back was a limp body of another male, this time blonde and wore a white tee-shirt, brown cargo pants and a pair of hiking boots and the only sign of him still alive was the faint breathing that happened every so often and then.
"I can't, I'm just too tired," The girl of the group pants before she realizes that their group had run into an alleyway and had reached the end of it. She had chocolate brown hair, sea green eyes, and wore a leather vest over a blouse and a pair of black jeans with a pair of black and white running shoes to top off her outfit.
The trio looked behind themselves and saw a horde of humanoid characters come closer. The girl started to shake, as the figures came closer into view to reveal their pale, dirty skin, soulless eyes, and hungry growls. Only one word, besides pedophiles, could describe what these figures are. Undead.
The undead started to come closer and the girl, exhausted, felt like collapsing onto her knees knowing death was upon them. The conscious male cursed as he set his friend down and picks up a pole to act as a defender. Soon, he charged and before he could strike a zombie, a figure flew out of a window and hit the undead. The figure revealed to be another zombie.
"They can fly now?" The charging male asks as he stops in his tracks only to back up a bit as the zombies started to get back up.
"No, that was my work," A new voice says causing the to conscious humans to look around before a new figure jumped out of the very window the zombie fell out of. The figure landed on top of a zombie before revealing a knife in his hand and stabs through the undead in the heart then the head after jumping off. The figure had broad shoulders, a black hood from his black coat hiding his face from view, a pair of cargo pants, and black combat boots.
"Do either of you two know medical treatment?" The figure asks as he pulls out a silver locket from his pant pocket and starts to spin it.
"I-I d-d-do," The girl says nervously, intimidated of the locket spinning figure.
"Heal your friend, while I'll clear the way," The figure says, his voice slightly softer yet still cold and frightening.
"And why the Hades should we listen to you?" The pipe using male asks, throwing out his opinion on the subject.
"Simple," The hooded figure says before he flicks his wrist and the locket turned into a black bladed broadsword with a silver tint on one side and a bronze tint on the other. The blade's handle had a brown leather handle and the length of the blade could easily be longer than most one handed blades, yet smaller than a claymore. The figure then says to end the argument," I am one of the good guys."
The hooded figure runs and slashes down zombie after another while the female of the group started to heal their unconscious ally and the conscious male stared at the newcomer with anger and envy in his eyes. Soon, the female got the blonde to open his eyes and stand a bit as only a few undead were left to feel the hooded swordsman's wrath. The trio then stared at the swordsman who wasn't even panting.
"Pathetic," The swordsman says, disgust in his voice, before finishing," They didn't even fight back."
"Who are you?" The blonde asks bringing the all important question onto the table.
The swordsman sighs as his blade changes back into a locket before asking," You really want to know?"
The three teens nod their heads before another sigh was heard from the swordsman. He then goes to take off his hood, revealing messy brown hair, the shade to where it was almost blonde, a face with some faded dirt marks, and hazel eyes that seemed to say," Don't mess with me, okay?"
He's handsome, The girl of the group thinks with a small blush.
He's either braver or stupider than Roy, The blonde male thinks, smirking just a bit.
He showed me up in looks and battle. I will know his secrets, Roy, the black haired male, thinks angrily at the new male.
"My name is Herb," Herb introduces himself before saying," A fellow half-blood like you three." The three teens stared at Herb in shock, trying to figure how he knew what they are.
"I'm Leslie," Leslie, the female of the group, introduces herself with a small smile, before nudging her friends who sighed.
"James," The blonde male introduces, shrugging his shoulders a bit.
"Roy," Roy introduces as he sets an arm around Leslie's neck with the hand close to her one of breasts, causing said female to slightly blush and get the urge to punch the male, before finishing," And she's mine."
"And I don't give two fucks," Herb calmly replies to the rude teen, then again he himself is probably considered a teen at 18. Herb then turns around before motioning them to follow, in which they did due to the fact Herb could probably kill them all if he wanted to. Soon, the group found a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala. The car had some small dirt spots on it, but still had a nice little shine to it, a warm hood that was still cooling a little showing that it was just driven, and a license plate from Washington.
"Get in," Herb says to the three as he starts to go into the driver's seat. Roy takes the passenger side, James and Leslie take the back. Herb starts on the engine, and as Roy goes to touch the stereo a small smack was heard in the vehicle.
"Driver chooses music," Herb says dead serious as Roy pulls his hand back. Herb then changes the stereo and This Song Saved My LIfe by Simple Plan came on. Herb smirks while Roy seems to growl at his two laughing teammates. Soon, they get onto the road and started to take in their surroundings to heart. The deserted city of Manhattan with crumbling buildings, forever parked abandoned cars at every good parking spot, and no signs of human life as if all the residents got up and left.
"Damn apocalypse," Herb swore under his breath, gripping the wheel harder. After twenty minutes, the group found themselves at the side of the road.
"Camp's up here," Leslie says to Herb, breaking the silence.
"I know," Herb says before he puts his hood back on and finishes," Just had to keep up appearance."
"Why do you hide your face?" Leslie asks as they start moving again.
"Reasons," Herb says blantly while Roy seems to growl.
"Damn it answer the girl," Roy barks at Herb, who just flips the other male off before going back to driving, and earns a few more giggles and chuckles from the back.
Eventually the car stops right at the gate and each of them step out as the impala vanishes as if it was never there. Soon, a group of kids, six of which with spears and basic body armor and a helm each, walk up to the new arrivals. The six with weapons surround Herb as the others are taken away by who seem to be friends.
"I guess the message is late," Herb sighs while sticking his hands in his pockets to pull out his locket and spin it harmlessly.
"What message?" A spear holder asks while shoving his spear forward only for it to be caught by the locket that Herb was spinning chain and stopped.
"It doesn't concern you," Herb says coldly, causing some of the group around him to back off.
"I see. You are the one that she was talking about," A new voice says as a man, probably in his mid to late twenties, walks up to the seven people. The man had short messy black hair, sea green eyes, and was wearing an orange shirt that read," Camp Half-Blood," along with a pair of jeans and black running shoes.
Herb sighs hearing the man.
"Percy Jackson I assume," He finally asks, letting go of the spear.
"I am, but who are you?" Percy says while Herb chuckles a bit, causing a confused look to appear on everyone's face.
"My name is Herb, and that group of demigods that just returned would've been dead if not for me," Herb introduces and explains causing the spear holders to gain shocked expressions.
"I see," Percy says bringing a fist to his chin, making a thinking position, before saying," We need to speak to your camp."
"Agreed," Herb says as the confused expressions on the spear users continue to grow even more.
"One of you get Leslie, Roy, and James, while the rest of you return to your posts, and Herb, come with me," Percy says as he starts to walk towards a large barn-like structure with Herb following. After a little bit, the spear users get to it and one of them run to collect said demigods. Fifteen minutes later, everyone was at the Big House.
"Now then, how about some introductions?" Percy asks with a smile while a blonde woman, roughly the same age as him and wearing almost the same clothes, only instead of jeans there were sweats, sighs at Percy, while Herb does the same.
"I'm James, son of Apollo," James introduces with his own smile to Herb.
'I'm Leslie, daughter of Poseidon, and little sister to Percy," Leslie says with a smile while Herb raises a quick brow at her as if to question if she and the man beside him were actually related as siblings.
"I'm Roy, son of Ares," Roy says, slightly glaring at Herb who sighs.
"Damn it, why did I have to get the prick as my sibling?" Herb asks no one in particular before saying," I'm Herb, son of Ares."
"Great, another one," James says with a sigh with everyone, but Herb and Roy, nodding in their heads in agreement.
"Now then, Herb, care to call your camp to tell them that you have arrived and that way we can get some more information," Percy says to Herb who nods as the three other young demigods get confused later before they chalked it up to things to be answered later. Herb nods before pulling out a coin from his pocket, a greek drachma, and finds a sprinkler that was creating a rainbow in the sun close to the door so everyone could watch and he flicks it in, and says the phrase for it to work and soon an image of a woman, roughly eighteen, with blonde hair, a rather large bosom causing Roy and James get a slight nosebleed, which led to annoyed looks from Leslie and the woman next to Percy, blue eyes that seem to sparkle, and was wearing a black long sleeve V-cut shirt, blue jeans and a pair of red running shoes.
The woman looks at Herb before squealing," Herbie, it's so nice to see you."
"Everyone, this is Meg, daughter of Aphrodite, head of said cabin in the Pnw camp where I came from, and my annoying cousin," Herb introduces with a sigh, causing Meg to pout and Leslie to laugh slightly.
"Herbie, you are so mean to the last bit of family you have," Meg says and before anyone could question what she said, Herb sent a glare at her.
"Excuse me Meg," Percy says, changing the subject, before saying," I'm Percy Jackson, can you please brief us why Herb here was sent to our camp?"
"Simple, Herbie is the strongest demigod at our camp and he has an idea to what is going on," Meg says causing everyone to look at Herb questionably.
"I see, thank you for your time," Percy says before Meg nods and the Iris message ends. Everyone stared at Herb, expecting something from him, before the male in question sighs.
"Where is the training area here?" Herb finally asks after a minute of silence. He then adds on," I need to clear my head."
WP: Well there we go for the first chapter.
Herb: That explained nothing really.
WP: It introduced you and the other characters.
Herb: But why am I a dick who has no emotion?
WP: Because, it is the apocalypse and I felt like you should seem like someone who shouldn't reveal anything yet.
Herb: You are weird.
WP: So are you my friend. Well I hope you guys enjoyed. This is my first time writing a fanfic sorta so, some suggestive criticism would be nice. Like, review, favorite, not read, I don't care. I just hope it will be a good read for some people and I hope that it isn't too short of a chapter. Anyways, until next time. WP out.