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Chapter 13

"Damnit," Thalia instantly cursed as she dusted herself off. She blinked rapidly and wiped her eyes. "I think some dust got in my eyes."

Nico barked out a laugh that sounded like an amused snort. "Is that even possible?"

"I'm living proof of that statement di Angelo," Thalia snapped, still rubbing her eyes.

Percy sat down on the ground tiredly, stifling a yawn as he laid his head down on the grassier and softer part of the ground. He sighed, and tried closing his eyes in an attempt to sleep. No such luck.

"Well now that our base is ruined, I suggest we go move to another area," Thalia suggested, kicking her cousin. "Get up."

"No," Percy groaned as he shielded his eyes. "Please don't kick me."

"A please will get you nowhere in this world," the daughter of Zeus responded immediately. She thought for a moment. "Remember what I was saying earlier about going away?"

The son of Poseidon froze from his awkward position of getting up. His heard turned to look at his cousin, while Thalia avoided his stare. She gazed at the ground, her fists clenching, while she was taking deep breaths.

"You're right," Thalia exhaled, before speaking, still not looking at her cousin's eyes. "We shouldn't go. In fact, I bet Nico can probably shadow travel out of here in an instant."

"Thanks for sticking with the loser club," Percy nodded, clapping his cousin on the back, a grin slightly forming on his face.

"He's speaking the facts," Thalia said innocently, placing her hands in the air. "Except he is the-"

"Shhhhhhh. Shush for a minute will you?" Percy hissed quietly, making wild gestures with his hands.

"-Idiot!" An unknown voice spoke, and the sound of a punch could be heard.

The three cousins looked at each other in a weird way, taking out their weapons. Thalia held up three fingers and counted down silently, but Percy quickly took it down.

"We have to go," Nico reasoned, already backing down. "We can't escape the Infected. After all, they can't be killed..."

"Yeah no shit!" Thalia spoke, emphasizing the last word. "Ok, fine, let's do it your way."

It was meant to be sarcastic, but Nico grinned and instantly began running away from the open space. Percy looked towards his cousin and Thalia. He shrugged apologetically, and began running after the son of Hades. He made a gesture that seemed to be something like 'you coming or what?'

"Idiots," Thalia mumbled, but followed after them like a predator chasing its prey.

They failed to notice that the two people speaking weren't infected. They stepped out of the bushes, grimacing as they felt thorns stab their face unintentionally.

Kayla and Austin, children of Apollo were standing there, both knowing that three people were there not so long ago.

With Will and Michael:

"You're kidding," Will said in disbelief.

"I'm not," Michael stated flatly. "Or else I would have turned or killed you by now."

"I'm laughing so hard right now," Will snapped sarcastically. Then his face turned serious. "You think it's because Apollo's the god of medicine, and we have better immune systems?"

The presumed dead son of Apollo nodded. His fingers rubbed his shoulder that was currently spouting out a sort of red liquid that was obviously blood. Will stared at his half-brother, concerned as he began taking things out of his first aid kit.

"Its fine," Michael mumbled, his eyes opening.

"It's not," Will insisted, getting out some nectar and pouring it over the wound.

Nothing happened. The two sons of Apollo stared at the wound in disbelief, and Michael shook his head. He felt his sticky hand and rubbed the substance over his jeans, which happened to now be blood red. He sighed in frustration.

Michael picked up a rock and chucked it at a random tree. No nymph popped out to tell him off, and he frowned before occurring it as 'another random thing that happened.'

"We'll survive," Will muttered in false hope. "Promise."

With Chris and Clarisse:

"Holy shit!" Chris shouted in shock as he jumped backwards.

The daughter of Ares instantly turned towards the sound of Chris' voice and she growled. "What?!"

The son of Hermes pointed at the Infected like someone pointing out the robber at the police station. He had already taken out his dagger and was carefully positioning it in the right way if it decided to come close.

"You'll attract them!" Clarisse whispered while yelling.

It was true. The Infected were starting to come in the direction of the shout and were walking at their zombie speed of theirs. Clarisse shook her head, almost refusing to believe that she was going to die right here, right now.

"I'm sorry Clarisse," Chris apologized, nearly tripping to stand next to her. "It's just that if you had one of those faces staring back at you..."

"You're talking about if we die," Clarisse responded back, rolling her eyes. "We're going to survive."

Pride. That was the problem with the children of the war god. Chris admired it but hated it at the same time. He decided to let it go. They needed all the positivity they could get, because right now, he wasn't feeling too cheerful.

The first Infected walked on. There was a harsh cut on its cheek and dried blood stuck to it like a painting. A pinkie was cut off and you could see a trail of blood coming from its mouth. It advanced towards the direction of Chris, and he felt prepared as he dodged its futile attempt at a bite, and got to its back, slashing the scythe, and closing his eyes as he heard the familiar sound of it dying bang in his ears.

"You want some?!" Clarisse was yelling, pushing them back with her spear, and kicking them. "Well this is it!"

The Infected were starting to get aggravated. More vicious. More like the beasts they were created to be. Since their last meal, their never-ending pits of their stomachs were slightly full. But what was the harm of eating two more demigods?

Arms were waving wildly and jaws moving up and down, the Infected were getting more brutal with their attacks. Due to many being demigods, they carried weapons with them. One of them swung a huge axe and it nearly nailed Chris in the head if he hadn't ducked. It hit a tree instead.

"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT!?" Clarisse screamed to the dark and cloudy sky, putting more force in her attacks. "You stupid bastards, all of you Olympians!"

Thunder rumbled in warning, and suddenly rain was pouring down on the two demigods slashing the Infected in rhythm and beat as if dancing to a waltz. Clarisse's hair got damp and stuck to her forehead along with the sweat that was surprisingly starting to build up.

One. Two. Three. Four. Infected started to decrease their numbers, and a insane grin started to creep up the faces of the two demigods. Laughter could be heard as a sign lunacy, and if people ever saw, they could even think they were mad.

Dancing in the rain. Fighting, slashing, while blood flew everywhere, splashing them with pieces of flabby and bulbous skin. It seemed that they were winning. But just at the last second-

-a cry of pain. Alerts and happy screeches from the Infected were heard from the remaining ones. Clarisse paused her rhythm to watch as Chris fell, a throwing knife stuck in upper leg area.

"Hell," Clarisse muttered, going closer to Chris to help him out. She glanced around, seeing many Infected closing in around them. "You little piece of SHIT!"

The deadly electric spear swung around seemingly carelessly, but Chris, who watched from the sidelines, knew that only experts in spears could handle their weapon like that. She grasped the wood that was charged and crackling flecks of blue and as quick as a bull charging on all fours, she roared loudly as she went on rampage mode.

"BASTARDS!" Clarisse screamed, blocking them off with one twirl, and a karate kick to the stomach.

The only thing the son of Hermes could do was watch, and try to avoid any attacks that were thrown at him. A good skill for the son of messengers was run. He checked his pockets to see if he had any nectar.

Smiles. Pulling at the corner of his face, Chris managed to smile, but it turned to a grimace. He took out the bottle that somehow managed to fit in his pocket perfectly. He nearly hung his head in shame as he remembered that the jeans were magical- any items that were in the pocket could fit. In this case, it was nectar.

At the last minute of Chris taking put the bottle, an Infected leaped and lunged at him like a wild animal in a cage that wanted freedom. He limped back in shock, and the bottle hit the ground with a small thud.

"Damnit!" Chris cursed, seeing that the cap was open.

The drink of the gods spilled like a newly built manmade waterfall trickling in a small stream down on the dirty grounds. The Infected paid no mind to the drink that was spilling. An arrow was stuck in its head at the side, and it's chapped lips cracked as it opened it's mouth to take a bite.

Teeth had never scared Chris anytime before the day he was in now. Rotten yellow, soon turning black teeth snarled back at him, clicking and clacking at him like high heels hitting the floor in a run.

Clack. Click. Clack. Click. As well as annoying. Now or never. As the Infected took its final leap to finish him off hungrily, Chris took out the throwing knife that was stuck in his thigh with a yell, and dodged the attack as he did the clumsiest roly-poly on earth as he drew the design of the scythe on the Infected's back.

"If you're busy frolicking around there Rodriguez," Clarisse called out, avoiding her death as she moved away from the clumsy sword attack. "You might want to come back and share this spotlight with me that someone signed us up on intentionally."

With Annabeth and her group:

"Stupid stupid stupid," Annabeth muttered repeatedly as she banged her head on the cold diner's countertop. Her fists were clenched tightly and her curly blonde hair tumbled down her, covering her face that was currently hidden from view. "I should never have let him go. Who does that anyway?!"

Saying 'you do' wouldn't help the situation either way. The other occupants in the diner all kept their mouths shut as they watched the daughter of Athena rant out her problems.

"Big brother's alive!" Tyson shouted happily, crushing Annabeth in a bear hug. The Cyclopes stared at her face that looked like it needed some air. "You not happy?"

"I'm happy Tyson," Annabeth responded, forcing a small smile to go on her face, as her lung capacity started taking the air she needed. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, and spoke again. "I shouldn't have abandoned him."

"There's one good thing right?" Katie added in, trying to be positive. "At least he found his cousins right?"

Annabeth nodded her head rather weakly, and straightened up, tucking a blonde lock behind her hair as an act of nervousness. "We rest here for a while. After that, we have to go. That is, if none of them are in here already."

"I checked the back," Rachel offered, raising her eyes from the food she was focusing on. Taking another bite out of her food, she waited a while before speaking again. "I checked everywhere actually. There's no Infected in the diner. I locked all the windows and doors as well."

Wisdom's daughter breathed out a sigh of relief, and gave a small smile. "Right, I'm just going to see what else I can get."

"Do they have enchiladas?" Grover spoke up, sounding hopeful.

"I'll see what I can get."

And with that, Annabeth disappeared behind the curtain that was slightly ripped.

A/N: I kind of tried a new writing style, so the style might have been slightly different from the other chapters. And for the two newly added demigods, they aren't OCs; they are actual characters from the book. Thanks for all the support!

wyvern97: I suppose. Thanks, hope you enjoyed this one!

LuvPeaceCandy: Actually it's because Apollo is their dad, and he's the god of medicine, so they have better immune systems.

Keeta-x-Tribias: It can affect demigods and mortals as well.

mitch2001liu: Thanks!