WARM HEARTS

sorry I could not update yesterday my mates dragged me out, and I ended up only coming home at 9:30.

so again sorry. Here's chapter 4 hope you like it. And I have the entire story written out on my phone so I will Finnish this.

P.S. I wanted to make this story different hence making Percy the Damsel in distress instead of Annabeth for once. Unlike 90% of the other fics out there.

Chapter 4. ….. Can't think of title for.

All the way back Percy had the Zombie shuffle down. He was so scared, he kept tripping and dragging his feet, making whimpering noises that could be considered moans. Even so the only thoughts gong through my mind at this current situation are...I AM TOTALLY INSANE!

Why in the name of sweet baby tap dancing Zues am I bringing a Living boy back to an Airport full of zombies! I don't even have a reason to bring him back for! So what I ate his girlfriend it's not like its a big deal right?

As insane as I am. I felt different. Like eating Rachel's brain made everything clearer. As stupid as that sounds of course.

As we pass the other Dead on the way back to my 747, we get a few funny looks. So far they think Percy is a recently turned Corpse. A new addition to our creepy, morbid family. But even so Converting the Living into Dead is a rare act. Normally it's by accident, or natural death. But deliberately changing is unheard of and just plain weird.

I guess the others just think I'm even weirder than before. Great.

After I locked the aeroplane door securely behind me, I push Percy inside. He stumbles and turns to face me his arms brought up to his chest and looks about ready to cry. Jeez am I really that bad looking?

I point to the empty seat. He whimpers and crawls into it bringing his knee's to his chest. He looks at me like I'm some horrifying beast about to rip him to shreds. True I am a zombie so it is a understandable assumption.

I sit across the aisle. Don't Creep him out! Don't Creep him out! Don't Creep him out!

Percy is still staring at me. Why Is he staring? Do I have something in my teeth?... oh right his girlfriend's brains. Opps.

I swallow. Well I guess I should at least try to make conversation right? Like any Zombie hostess. "...Hel...lo". I managed.

Unfortunately this freaks him out even more, because Percy sinks into his seat and cowers.

He must think I want to eat him. I open my mouth and point to my teeth, snapping them to mimick eating and shaking my head. As if to say "No i am not going to eat you". (Lol can anyone imagine Annabeth's face and Percy's reaction? I did and I was laughing for 10 minutes)

He starts to sob silently.

Crap. What is it gonna take to get this guy to realise. "I do not wish to hurt you, you are in no danger of being eaten" seriously people should have made a hand signal for this.

I stand up and reach forward. Percy flinched and bowed his head waiting for the attack that will never happen. I recoiled hesitantly. I may be dead and a zombie but I know when people need their space.

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After doing my usual round of the airport via shuffle. I make my way to the second level womans bathroom. Where Thalia lives.

When I push open the door, she is sat on a fold up chair, facing the door, her dead eyes trained on the battered old portable telivision that she had found in some dude's luggage.

I wished I could smile. She was sat cross-legged on the chair, leaning forward like a child watching their favourite cartoon. It gives you an insite on the person Thalia used to be before this. Obviously childish and immature, though can I really call anyone?

"Did... Bri...ng". She asked looking up.

I nod and we both sump against the tiled wall of the bathroom, which is stained with... on second thought since I am leaning on it I really don't want to know what it is. I pull out a full brain from the pocket of my lose black jeans, fresh from today's hunting trip.

For the next 40 minutes or so me and Thalia share the brain. Each taking leasurely bites and savoring the memories.

This particular specimen belonged to a young soldier. Her memories are boring and tiresome in my veiw, but Thalia seems to find them interesting. Instead I take more interest in watching her expressions change with each bite. They change to whatever the emotion the person was feeling in each memory. Like anger, pain, happiness, love and …... lust? Lets just say I never want to see Thalia's face in lust expression again, never ever again.

There is only one bite left so I let her have it, as she pops in into her mouth, her eyes close as the memory begins.

While she enjoy's her memory I take something of a little more interest out of my pocket. A prime cut of Rachel Elizabeth Dare's brain. It is still pink, but no longer warm.

I take a bite making sure it's a small one, I want to make this brain last if I ever want to gain Percy's trust.

I close my eyes as Rachel's memories flicker into my head like an old film.

Rachel is 16. She is at a table in a dining room. It looks cold and hollow like it's missing something. A man. Gerneral Poseidon is there.

He looks at Rachel with cold eyes. They are the same as Percy's just... not as nice. "So... Rachel Percy tells me your an artist?"

"Yes Sir". Rachel answered.

Poseidon sneered. "What use is art now a days?" he waved his fork and scoffed. "As if thats gonna stop the Corpses".

"Um... Well sir I...". Rachel paused and looked directly at me, her nose crinkled in descust. "What are you doing here Corpse!"

WTF! "This is a memory. Your Dead. What are You doing". I hissed.

She sneered at me. Much like Poseidon earlier. "This is My memory. You don't belong here Corpse".

Thalia is reaching out for Rachel's brain. "Share". I pull it out of her reach and take another bite.

Rachel and Percy are at a raid in a old book store. Percy stands at a window. As he looks out something catches his eye and he paled. "Rach you better see this"

She slings her rifel to the side and comes over, peering out of the window. Out side a lone Dead scrambles around next to a rusted old Escort. He makes srangles, gasping noises like a dying animal and his movements are jerkier than a Boney's.

"The Fuck" Rachel muttered.

Suddenly the Dead keels over, and after a few more twitches he lies still.

Percy's pretty sea green eyes widen. "Did...Did it just die?"

Rachel looked down at the dead Corpse on the pavement. "Yes I think it did". She grabbed Percy's hand. "Come on It might not be alone, beside's there's nothing here but books"

"Gi...ve …...share...". Thalia grunts starting to get annoyed. She reached for the brain and I growled at her.

Thalia may be my best friend. My only friend in fact. She is the only other person or Corpse that doesn't avoid me because I'm weird...but now I will snap off her head and step on her brain till she stop's exsisiting rather than let her even get her hands on this brain.

She must see the warning flare in my eyes because she backs down. "Bitch" Thalia mumbled and locked herself in a one of the stalls. Because she's in a depressed Goth mood.

I sigh and struggle to my unsteady feet. I better go check on Percy, to see if he hasn't run off or got eaten. Stuffing what's left of Rachel's brain in my pocket I shuffled off to my 747.

And that's the end of chapter 4. sorry for any grammar or spelling. And please review.