So, I want to start off by apologizing. I know I haven't updated in forever, but this is the earliest I could update. I know it looks like I have abandoned my stories, but I haven't. I can't write because I no longer have a computer. It's not that I don't WANT to.

Thank you all for waiting so patiently, though, you guys are all amazing. This chapter might be short, since I have a limited amount of time to write it, but I hope you like it.

Excuse any grammer, spelling or punctunation mistakes you see. The library computer doesn't exactly have spell check and I'm trying to write as fast as possible.

Enjoy! R&R!

Team Omega

Thalia's POV

I couldn't register anything around me, except the worried murmurs drifting through the air around me. My head was throbing with pain and even though my eyes were closed, I saw a flash of red through my eyelids, like if I had been lying down under a hot sun. I knew that everything hurt. My hands, my feet, my entire body in general. But I didn't know where I was or who was with me, since it hurt to much to even open my eyelids. But I do remember the explosion.

It was like one of those that you see in movies. Where the protagonist or the hero is driving a really cool car through a gasoline station, and it blows up, whiping out the bad guy. It was like when you see an explosion and the character's body gets thrown up into the air and slammed down onto the floor. I don't know about you, but I always thought those scenes looked incredibly fake. It's completely different having to expirement it yourself. I remember how quick the fire started. As soon as the lit match touched the gasoline filled floor, fire greedily rose up and started to cover everything around the girls and I. The zombies screamed in surprise and pain, but no way was it louder than our screams of horror. But if you had the option, would you die as a Hero or let yourself be bitten by zombies? Would you risk your own life to save your friends and those you love? Or would you be a coward and try to run away, even when it was impossible.

I made the answer kinda obvious didn't I?

I groaned in pain as I tried to move around, to at least feel the ground beneath me. It was smooth and cold. So it couldn't be grass. I guess I'm in somesort of building...but how? I was supposed to die in an inferno. How the heck am I alive?

"I think she's waking up, man!" A voice said from afar.

Who knows, it might have been closer, but to me it sounded like if that person was an ocean away. My head began to feel really light and I began to feel really dizzy. I tried bringing a hand up to my forehead but my hand just twitched, laying down right next to my body. Could I even control my hand? How bad was I injured? Was I burnt? Did I look like Harvey Dent from Batman?

"I wish I had some medicine...the girls really need them."

"I still can't believe that you went into the fire and got them out like that! How was that even possible? You fire boy, or something?"

"I'll tell you about that later. Oh, look! Samantha's starting to wake up too...I think?"

Samantha? Oh, yeah. She was with me when I went into the fire...and there were other people there too, right? Who were they?

I needed a lot of things.

I needed water. I hadn't drank any for as long as I could remember. I came into the town, ran away from zombies and blew up a 711, and in all that chaos, not one single drop of water. Talk about dehydrated.

I needed answers. How did I get out? Who saved me? Is Percy and Nico alright? Where was Rosalinda? Am I covered in bruises? Is my face still my face, or is it burned completely off? How were the other girls? What were their names? Where am I? Who are those people talking? What was my lastname? I couldn't think of anything. Nothing. Not even a small clue or anything. It was horrible.

I needed to open my eyes. But it seemed to hard. To...to hard. Maybe I should just let myself fade away into that nice, welcoming darkness and sleep. Yeah...sleep sounds good right now. Peace. Tranquility. Rest. Relaxation...

But wait. I can't do that. I have a brother out there who needs me. Two crazy cousins who still need to be ordered around and be told what to do. Who would do that in my absence? Annabeth? A girl I barely knew? No. I had to live. I have a life to live. And I am determained to do so...

Even if I can't open my eyes, right now. But I will soon. I hope so.

(A.N/ That was a little bit of Thalia's POV. I wanted you to know what she felt like. I wanted you to know what she didn't die...Not just yet. Who knows?)

Team Alpha

Annabeth's POV

After our little Pre-Thanksgiving, giving thanks, we all went to sleep. Well, it was more like most of the people went to sleep, and some pretended to, until a certain amount of time before they woke up and laid down looking at the ceiling.

I took first watch. It took a little bit, because all the boys kept arguing that I should go to sleep, that I must be tired, that I looked like I was about to drop dead from exhaustion. Well too bad. They should know better, except maybe for Jack and Dax, that if you ever get into an argument with me, I always win. It's not that hard to comprehend, but somehow the concept seems a little bit too hard to understand to the male gender.

The fire cast shadows that danced across the faces of those who slept near it. We had taken most of the wooden furniture in the house, broken it into pieces and fed it to the hungry light source. Every once in a while, it would start to dim. But as soon as I threw a piece of chair in it, it rose up again to glow it's brightest. I saw Veronica sit in a corner of the room, looking out the window in complete and utter silence. Percy had stayed awake too, and so had Jack and Dax. But those too were going to be over powered by sleep any second now.

I watched Percy's sea green eyes glow in the light of the flames. A shadow was cast on his face, since his hair fell over his forehead. He looked troubled, as if thinking or feeling something that was wrong. I was going to ask him if he was okay, but sometimes it's better to leave a person to their own thoughts. If they wanna share something with you, they can. If they don't, then they will when the time is right.

"What time is it?" Dax asked from his spot.

He looked just about ready to go to sleep and so did his friend.

"A quater past midnight." I told him, looking out the window.

I was glad that I had learned to tell the time by just looking at the moon or at the sun. I read it in a book once and decided it was a good skill to know, just incase I was ever lost in the woods or got lost or something. I never imagined I would need it for a zombie apocalyps.

"I'm gonna hit the hay. Wake me up when it's my turn to watch." Dax said as he laid down.

I nodded, and Jack silently told me the same thing with his eyes, as he laid down in his own small space.

I sat there for another twenty minutes, in the silence, thinking about that book I read and how similiar it was to the situation I was in. At the time, I had been 14 and a bit scared when I read the book. But now, that I lived and survived living in a world infested with killer decomposing humaniods, I could take on just about anything.

"You getting tired?" Asked Percy as he stared into the fire.

I joined him. A bit tempeted to put my hand over the flames and see if I could control them. But I knew I couldn't and that I was being childish, so I didn't. It was just a thought.

"Nope. You?" I asked him.

"Nope."

"Well...isn't this a very interesting conversation we are having now, Mr. Percy?" I taunted him, trying to speak in my best british accent.

I guess maybe I was a little tired, or the night was getting to me, but I wanted to do something fun or entertaining for once. I haven't had fun in about...six years?

"Well, what would you suggest that we talk about, Madame Annabeth?"

"What were you thinking about just earlier...you seemed...lost in your thoughts."

He sighed, but it wasn't a sigh of irritation or of frustration. It was more like a...sigh of defeat.

"I'm worried about Thalia. For some reason, I feel like something bad is going on or it's about to happen." Percy said as he ran a hand through his hair. "And I know I shouldn't be worried. Thalia is more than capable of protecting herself and her team...it's just-"

"I get it. It's normal to worry, Perce. You're family. That's what families do, they worry."

"Yeah...I guess so...What about you? You seemed a bit hesitant back then, when we found this little...community. What was that all about?"

I took a moment to put my answer in a way that it would make sense and not make me look like a crazy person who spent her time reading too many books.

"I read this book once...I can't remember the title. But there was this little community called: Kingdom Come. These four or five people went out to their cabin for the winter, but they never made it because their car fell into a small trench and couldn't be pulled out. So they stumbled into this community and it was all...empty. But the food and plates and everything were still out, as if they were about to have dinner and suddenly disappeared."

He looked a bit creeped out but I countinued.

"In every house. They were all exactly the same. And then they started to get killed off in this random order...it was weird."

Percy nodded.

"And it was just a book...so there's nothing to worry about." He told me, half smiling.

Yep, he thinks I'm those kinda people.

"Right." I told him.

We sat there in silence for a bit more...then I heard a noise. A small noise.

"Did you hear that?" I asked him, quickly standing up and looking outside.

"Hear what?"

"That noise...it sounded like..."

"It must have been a bird." He said.

I turned to him and raised an eyebrow.

"A bird...what kinda bird would be out at this time of night?"

"An owl. Or some other nocternal bird."

My mind instantly thought back to the book. A murderer is out there. I thought. But then I realized how ridiculous that sounded. There were no more people left on Earth, and if there were, they wouldn't just go around killing each other off. That would be very unwise and just plain stupid. Unless they were a psycopath, then it was different.

"I think you should go to sleep," Percy said as he laid his bookbag down in infront of a blanket. He wanted me to use it as a pillow, I guessed. "It's my turn to keep a look out, anyways."

"But you've been awake all this time..." I told him.

He gave me that look that told me not to argue with him and so reluctantly...and I mean, reluctantly, I laid down, placing my head on the bumpy bookbag and covering myself with the blanket. Sleep didn't come to me fast, but it came.

What it brought...that...well, that's a whole 'nother story.

DONE!

I know, right. Pathetic. I don't update in months, and when I do, it's an imcomplete chapter with a sort of cliffhanger. :(

But I will TRY to update soon! I hoped you liked it! I'll try to make the next one go into more depth about HOW Thalia and the girls got saved and IF there is a psyco murderer out there in the little community of Kingdom Come!

I'll also try to update:

Different Worlds

and maybe...

Prison Love.

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