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So, here is a really late and overdue chapter for Warning: Zombie Takeover.

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Thalia's POV:

I had hoped that our journey towards New York would be a calm one, with no encounters with zombies, no bickering, and no other interruptions that would delay us from reaching our destination. But once again, I was proved wrong.

Our injuries weren't much of a problem as I had thought they would be. I am proud to say that the girls in the Omega Team are strong and they won't be taken down to easily, which makes me even more proud of my team. After packing everything up from the location we had been staying at for the last couple of days, we got ready for departure towards New York City. I made sure that the laptop I had found a while back was carefully placed in my backpack and was concealed so that no one saw it. There were so many things that I still had to read, that I didn't think it would be good if I showed everyone just yet. I suspected that this belonged to some genius who survived the attack and wrote everything down. Maybe there was a cure for the epidemic in it. Maybe there is information on why this all happened.

We ate something quickly, gathering our strengths for the journey back home. That was around the time that my hopes were crushed.

"Four wheelers ready, captain!" Leo saluted as he helped Samantha onto her vehicle.

I could see that my team was tense, ready for something to jump out at any moment, but I also knew that they were ecstatic to be returning home. Or at least, the museum safe house we called home. People like Leo, Travis, Trey, Grover and Katie should their happiness openly. Me, well not so much. I won't be happy until we are inside the museum's guarded walls.

"Thank you, Leo." I said as I rolled my eyes and got onto my blue and black four wheeler. "Is everyone alright?"

"I've been better." Diana said. "I just can't wait to get home."

"Home sounds amazing." Trey murmured softly, as if he were in deep thought.

"Me either. I haven't seen Juniper in so long! I wonder how she's doing." Grover's voice was a mixture of pure excitement and worry.

I knew exactly how he felt, having my only living family members in the other team.

"I'm sure she's fine. Juniper's a strong girl and you know how Percy is with his team, I'm sure nothing to bad have happened to them." Katie commented as she was helped to get on her ride by Travis.

"We better have some giant feast or something, celebrating being back. I need time to relax." Travis said as he jumped on his four wheeler and made its engine roar.

I nodded, telling him I acknowledged his comment and wished the same. I gave the handle a little twist, testing it out before I went on ahead. It moved forward.

"Well, then. Now that we're all ready we can-" I was cut off by something that resembled a war cry.

"GOAAAAR!" A strained voice shrieked out of nowhere.

In front of me, there was a long empty street with useless light posts on the sides. On the very end of that street, a zombie screamed out before stumbling forward gaining more and more speed as it ran. My eyes narrowed and I gave the handle a stronger twist, heading straight for it. My arms were hurt and rusty from the explosion, but I didn't need my bow and arrow. I would simply run it over.

As I hurried towards it, noises from the other engines firing up reached my ears and I couldn't help but let my lips form into a small smirk. This would be a piece of cake.

And thinking that was my second mistake.

From the alley ways, zombies stumbled out in alarming numbers as if they had planned this all out. Dressed in ripped clothes, hair falling out, nails to long and decaying, smelly skin, they all ran out towards us, gripping on to our clothes and trying to throw us off. Gunshots were heard from behind me, indicating that Travis lost his patience with the undead. The road suddenly became very as I ran over various bodies that had tripped and fallen. There were body parts being ripped away from their bodies and they screamed out in pain.

"Travis, help!" Katie screamed.

I took a second to look back. My third mistake.

Katie had been dragged off of her four wheeler and zombies were jumping on her. Travis responded to her cries almost as fast as a lightning bolt. He shot the zombies with such accuracy that I didn't know he had. It was almost as if the thought of Katie being in danger, all that adrenaline flowing through him, made him react in a quick pace. He ran over any other zombies that were in his way as he rode towards her. He extended out his hand, which she grabbed, and watched her so that she safely made her way back to her vehicle before he went on shooting everyone off again.

Why was it my mistake, you might ask? This is why.

As I turned around and watched, just to make sure my team members were okay, a zombie grabbed a hold on my sleeve and pulled me right off the four wheeler. It had caught me by surprise, obviously, but it strength also startled me. The side of my face made impact with the sidewalk and I felt like my face was about to explode with pain. The world almost faded into black, but I started blinking furiously. I couldn't let them keep me from my family any longer. I wasn't going to let them hurt my team, either.

One of them grabbed my arm and pulled me into a sitting position, while the other tried to take a bite out of my head. To the zombie who had its jaw opened wide, ready to take a chunk off of my face, got an arrow pierced right in between its pure black eyes and into its skull. To the zombie that had my hand, I pushed it off and sprung to my knees. I slammed the zombie's head into the sidewalk where it exploded with black blood and other nasty things. Both zombies didn't move anymore and I took that chance to catch up to my four wheeler (which had kept going when I was thrown off), I got on it and sped off towards the woods, where my team followed me.

We were going at high speeds, getting wacked by tree branches and slightly jumping up and down as the huge black wheels went over tree roots. We kept going and going, not stopping for anything in the world. I had made a quick mental note of my team and they were all there. All safe. My only fear was that Katie had been bitten, but I don't think Travis gave the zombies any time to do anything. I relied on that.

The journey back was pretty uninteresting. I had kept my guard up in case the forest had been zombie infected, but it hadn't. Soon after leaving the woods, we found the turnpike and road towards the direction of New York, dodging the abandoned cars that didn't work. Then, a few extremely boring and agonizing hours after going into the turnpike, we saw the sign that said:

New York: 1 mile away.

"I can't wait to get home! Find a squirrel and name it Jerome! Build something shaped like a dome! Then brush my hair with a comb! Raid a Dollar Tree and find a pocket comb, so I don't have this problem…again!" Leo sang.

"Leo," Will said, extremely annoyed. "You've been singing for the longest time…shut up, please!"

"Oh, come on, Will! This is a road trip. Everyone sings when they go on road trips."

I would never say this out loud, but we wouldn't be anywhere without Leo. Even though we were forced to live in this horrible, cruel world, Leo somehow managed to keep us all sane. Yes, he was annoying at sometimes, but his positivity is what we need. We all need to make the best out of the situation, but we don't know how to. Leo, at least, tries.

"But you've been singing for hours." Diana groaned.

"And you know you like it." Leo winked. "I will continue singing."

Leo cleared his throat and began again. "When I get home, I will eat. I hope it's something really sweet. Like a candy or some sort of treat. I'll draw a game on a sheet. Then I will play and cheat. And find this song a new beat. Then everything will be complete. And all the zombies we will defeat!"

We all groaned in unison and twisted the handle as back as it could go, speeding passed Leo and leaving him just a few meters behind.

"Hey, wait up!"

I knew the streets of New York like the back of my hand. I remember how tourist always complained about getting lost in the gigantic labyrinth that is New York City, but living here all your life, you learn where everything is. And the short cuts.

Ignoring the cold winter air, we sped along the streets that were parallel to Central Park until we saw the museum come into view. And I'll tell you one thing, I have never felt so relieved in my entire life. The museum's marble exterior and steps were so close but so far away. I wanted to jump up and scream: "YES!". But I didn't.

We were faced with a problem of not knowing where to park the four wheelers, but Will guided us to a big abandoned parking lot (which we checked for zombies and killed four of them) and we parked them there. The boys promised to come back later and board the windows up, in hopes to keep zombies out.

Walking through New York's sidewalks made me feel weird. I appreciated everything more than I used to. But I would think about that later. Together, as one excited group, we all ran towards the Museum and fought each other to be the first one in. I had hoped that the Alpha Team had made it already, but as we furiously checked the building (for both them and the zombies) we found that nothing had been touched since the last time we were here. Which disappointed me greatly.

I looked around the exhibits, after Grover prepared us an amazing lunch from the vegetables we grew, and remembered the first time Percy, Nico, Rosalinda and I came into this place and made it into our safe house. I remember when the zombie apocalypse first happened and how we lived on McDonald's for most of those first months. I remember finding Rosie and I remembered how happy we were to find more people. We had hoped that the U.S Army was on their way to rescue us, to save us. We had hoped that the other countries around the world (who we thought were unaffected) would come and save us.

But no one did. After we realized that we were completely alone in the world, after we let that thought be processed by our brains because it was very hard to believe, we swore to keep living. To keep living for everyone we loved. We swore to find a cure and to help all of those that we found in our path. All of those who were alive, alone and scared.

Our childish behaviors, our youth, was all stolen. I remembered the first time I ever killed a zombie. How the arrow had pierced its head and how the blood oozed out. Black blood. I had nightmares for most of the nights afterwards, but Percy promised me it would get better. Which it would. At first I thought we were murderers, but we're we really? I mean, we were just killing that was already dead. We were only trying to survive.

I sighed and left the exhibits to find the others. I really needed to take a bath and sleep.

"I'll be waiting for you, Alpha Team. I just hope you're okay." I thought as I walked through the marble hallways. "Please, be okay."


How was that? Good, bad, so so?

So to recap: The Omega Team has successfully made it back to the Museum in Central Park and the Alpha Team isn't that far behind.

But things will only get more and more complicated. Things will get harder and harder.

Did you like the little Katie/Travis there? Any thoughts?

Did you like Leo's singing?

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