A/N: Hey guys! I'm back, thanks so much for reading this story. Ok, so, Annabeth is finally meeting the Jackson's instead of passing out. I have actually passed out from being super happy, that's what happens when you figure out where you're going for your vacation(a very awesome place). Anyways, remember Annabeth and Percy are twelve. Thx for the reviews on who the zombie was! I'll make sure to ask more questions at the end of chapters. Enjoy!
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Percy POV
My mom rushed to bring the small, blonde girl to our blue velvet couch. Se said her name was Annabeth Chase. Annabeth. A weird name, extremely weird. I had never it heard at school. Well, when I was in school. I hadn't been enrolled for six years.
I was ok with that though. I have ADHD and I'm Dyslexic. Can't sit still, don't understand questions and I can not read, well not easily. Although, this Annabeth girl looked really smart. She had cuts and scrapes everywhere. A couple scars here and there but her face was cute, her curly blonde hair framed her face. She had princess curls, like from the Disney movies. Although not Ariel, my favorite movie ever! Besides Finding Nemo.
"Perseus!" My mom exclaimed. "Go get a blanket," I rushed out of the living room and down the small hallway of our apartment. I haven't seen a girl in forever, well besides my mom but she doesn't count. She's a women not a girl. There's a huge difference. I opened up the hallway closet and looked for a blanket.
Rag, dish towel, sheets, bedspreads, curtains, pillow covers, Blankets!
I grabbed the blue, fluffy blanket and raced back into the living room. My mom muttered a quick thank you and covered the small girl with the blanket. I sat down at the edge of couch, watching the small girl's face twitch. She was rather cute when you look past the cuts and scrapes.
My mom put her hand to the girl- I mean, Annabeth's forehead. Annabeth whole body spasmed but she didn't wake up. My hands started to fidget with nervousness and I bit my lip.
"She's not a zombie is she, mommy?" I asked, my voice high. At least it's not cracking. My mom looked up at me, her eyes were sympathetic and she gave me a small smile.
"Of course, sweetie. See, her scars have healed and she has no open cuts or bruises. She's just fine, only a little shocked is all." My mom's calm, even voice calmed me down and I looked around my living room. Trying to focus on something other than Annabeth, passed out on my couch.(A/N: if only Percy knew what happens to them!)
Our apartment was finally cleaned. No liquor bottles, no poker cards, no alcohol stains, no more Smelly Gabe. My step-dad. My alcoholic step father who I call Smelly Gabe. He reeked of liquor and beer, got drunk all the time, bossed my mom and I around and he hit my mom. Nothing extreme just bruises but if there had been blood, that would have been very bad.
A couple months ago, Smelly Gabe had joined a poker game. He won but everyone thought he had cheated,(he had), but he said he didn't. They beat him up and kicked him out of the casino. When he came home, he had a bite mark on his leg. I didn't even ask, I just went straight in my room and tried to contain my laughter to a minimum of chuckles.
A couple weeks later, he started complaining and becoming grouchier than ever. The bite wasn't healing, turning blue and purple. Definitely infected. Every time I saw it, I shuddered in repulsiveness. It was gross. Bruised, bleeding, puss filled. Just ew.
About two months later, he doesn't get off the couch anymore. Beer, food, bite stains were all over our old blue couch. He barely talked, only moans and groans. Every time he saw me he would growl and spittle would come out of the corner of his mouth. One day, he tried to bite me and it did not end well for him.
Next thing I know, his hand was in my hand. His wrist barely bleeding. He looked at me, his eyes blood red and full of hatred. He growled at me again and lunged at me with more energy he had ever had in his whole life. I was nine, stabbing my step father with a kitchen knife. One of the one you used for slicing tomatoes. His decapitated limb still in my hand. I opened the door, threw the hand and Smelly Gabe chased after it like a dog. I slammed the door, locked it and I slid down the door.
Exasperated. I can remember it just like it was yesterday. My mom explaining what had happened. The zombie apocalypse has actually come to destroy humanity.
I was ok with Smelly Gabe being a zombie though, he deserved it.
"I'm not infected!" Annabeth shot straight up, her hair bouncing to life, framing her face. She startled me so much I fell off the couch. I stood back up and quickly recomposed myself. My cheeks felt slightly hot but other than that, I was fine.
My mom, stood in front of Annabeth and spoke in a calm, even, sweet voice. "Annabeth, you're in Manhattan, New York right now ok. I'm Sally Jackson and this is Percy, he's my son." My mom brought me over, her hands on my shoulders. I grinned and waved to Annabeth. She smiled, a small smile, and waved as well.
"Now, Annabeth. How did you get here? Are there other people or did you drive? Are you alone, how old are you, Sweetheart?" My mom's motherly instincts kicked in. I inwardly groaned. She could be so protective sometimes, even with other children.
"I'm Annabeth Chase, I came here on foot from San Francisco by myself since I was seven. I'm twelve now. I met two people but they left. One of them is dead and the other is turning into a zombie." Annabeth shook her head. "No, there aren't any other people and I'm pretty sure that if there are, they're turning into zombies." Her voice was pretty. Angelic and soft yet firm and serious at the same time. She had that regal look. The way her posture was, how her voice was even, how professionally she talked.
"San Francisco! You must be starving! We'll make some dinner and you can stay here as long as you need to. Oh, poor baby. I'm so sorry. But can you tell me why you left San Francisco to come here?" My mom was immediately ok with taking this girl into our home. I was ok with it too, it can get lonely. I'm not aloud to leave the apartment till I'm 14! Unfair.
Annabeth looked at me, her eyes skimming over my hair, face, body. When she came back up she stopped at my eyes. I looked down and blushed, stupid puberty!
"My dad told me to come here, supposedly there's a safe haven for people who haven't been infected. My whole family was turning so he made me leave. To save my life of course though." Annabeth slowly looked back at my mom, who was nodding her head. As if righting down little notes and lists about Annabeth.
"Ok then, Annabeth. You may stay here until you want to leave but please, stay for the night. Percy gets tired of making packs for emergency vacations." I sighed, really Mom? Why are you so embarrassing? Annabeth laughed and nodded her head, "of course."
Although I did smile at that. I am bored now that I can't leave the house and with a new friend! In the zombie apocalypse! My life couldn't get any better.
"Percy! Annabeth's gonna sleep in your room and you can either sleep on the couch or on the floor of your room." My mom yelled from the kitchen, I sighed and gave Annabeth a small smile.
"I'll show you my room I guess." As soon as I spoke, she looked at me startled. So I stared, startled, back at her.
"What?" I asked.
"Um, nothing. Just nothing." Annabeth blushed and looked down at the carpet. I shrugged my shoulders and continued walking. What was that about? I opened my door to reveal my blue room.
I don't mean gloomy, I mean blue. Everything. The walls, the bed, the carpet, the desk. Everything except the light. Annabeth gasped behind me. Ha! I told my mom my room was a jaw dropper.
I grinned as Annabeth walked into my room, her mouth opening and closing. Her eyes wide, "wow, it's um, very blue." Her voice sounded amazed and curious. She walked to the middle of my room and just turned in a small circle till her eyes set on back on me. She finally realized I was wearing a blue shirt, with dark blue jeans, light blue socks and dark blue and green shoes.
"I really like the color blue. A lot." I replied, a little sheepishly. Annabeth nodded her head.
"Why?" Annabeth sounded incredulous. Her eyes were absolutely astonished, almost carrying a bluish tint. Wait, her eyes weren't blue. Her eyes are grey, almost a sterling silver color. With little flecks of dark grey, like a thunder cloud.
"Uh, I was born in a boat and well, the color reminds me of the ocean, I don't think I'll go back to the ocean ever so I make it seem like it's always here." I blushed from the explanation, it was so embarrassing.
My dad was a sailor, he lived on a house boat because he saw the world coming to an end and decided to seclude himself from the world, taking a whole bunch of iodine and fish hooks. He set off to sea, promising to never come in contact with another human again.
But before he left, he met my mother. Who tried to convince him to stay with her but he wouldn't budge but he offered to take her on the boat. My mom agreed, wanting for her son to meet his father just once. When I was born my father told my mother that we could raise me on the boat, raise me to fend for myself.
My mom disagreed entirely, arguing that I should be raised on land. Around people, learning and meeting people, meeting someone. I still don't quite understand that. My mom had emphasized the word when she was telling me what had happened.
"There's no people left." I muttered to myself. That's what my father had said. Of course, there were people. For the next five years then my mom isolated us. She only ever so often went outside for groceries or schoolbooks. I'm now officially homeschooled. And I don't have to learn stupid things at all! I know basic presidents, basic ELA and sixth grade level, same with math but I only get taught twice a week.
Then it's fighting. My mom got a long stick from a tree outside the apartment building and duct taped all the stained cushions from my Step Father to the stick. I practice stabbing, dodging and regular hand to hand combat. Now that's my kind of thing. Fighting, I'm naturally good at it.
"There are people!" Annabeth stamped towards me. Her eyes stormy instead of that silver hue of blue grey. I immediately felt nervous. This weird sensation of she can kick my butt was almost like an instinct. Her fists were clenched at her sides. She has been across the country, during the zombie apocalypse. She can beat me up.
"I-I mean, li-ike there's no, no on-ne here." My voice stammered, I took a step back into the hallway. Her face inches away from mine. Her eyes furrowed in anger and she scowled at me. Backing away, giving me back my space.
"I came to New York, with two people. Luke and Thalia." Annabeth looked out at my window. As if she was looking for them.
"Thalia was like the cool, older sister I had always wanted. She was a punk, completely rebellious. She fought the zombies with a spear and a trash can lid with a cross bones painted in black across it. That meant death and she wanted to shove it in there faces when she killed them. The last thing any zombie she ever killed saw death. Every one of them died, she made sure of it." Annabeth sighed, and looked at her right ankle.
"About a month ago, I twisted my ankle. We were being chased by a horde, not a big one but maybe twenty fifteen zombies. Thalia couldn't carry me and her weapons but Luke could. Luke was sixteen. He carried me while Thalia fought the zombies. The last thing I saw was Thalia on the ground, the zombies crowding her." Annabeth choked on the last few words.
"Luke stayed with me for the next few days but I left, I ran away. He had a vial of zombie blood and every night he would take his pocket knife, cut his arm and drop some zombie blood in it. He told me that he would become unable to contract the disease. I didn't believe him, he became more angry, brash. His eyes turned red and his skin a pale yellow when I last saw him. I don't know where he is now or if he's a zombie but he's not there anymore. Not inside anyway." Annabeth eyes, I don't know why but her eye color kept changing and it was startling how fast they changed. One second a color the next, a different color.
Her eyes were pale, almost a whitish grey. It was kind of scary. A little terrifying, her eyes almost appearing see-through.
What has Annabeth been through?
A/N: How'd you guys like the chapter? I hope it's as good as it seems. I know I ended it kind of weird, more on a short note but I thought that it was something that could give an edge to both of them. Percy being slightly more attentive and aware of situations and Annabeth being more secluded and strong because of the apocalypse slightly changing some things in their personalitys. I just added to some things and took a little bit of some stuff away, nothing drastic. Anyway, so this chapters question is…
If Annabeth lived in San Francisco, California when she was seven. She ran away then, so how did she get all the way to New York by herself?
Review and answer the question!
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