Okay, I know you're mad at me (possibly furious) but I just want you to know that I am sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, sorry that I haven't updated in MONTHS. I am the worst author in the history of Percy Jackson fanfiction and I am aware of it. I have neglected my stories and let many events in my life prohibit me from writing. And I want to apologize for it. I shouldn't have done so.

But I'm back for now, right? It's a start.

I'll be trying to update as many stories as possible and a HUGE APOLOGY TO BLONDIE. for not updating Asylum. Hopefully I can be forgiven.

Please enjoy! R&R

Third Person's POV:

The scientist and the game makers were all seated in a room that was completely white in a table that could hold many people. While the scientist studied how the players reacted to certain environments or events, the game makers were deciding what to do to make the game more interesting. In their minds, it was becoming rather monotonous. Wake up, find food, kill zombies, survive the rest of the day, go to bed. It was the same boring cycle every day and as creators, they were getting bored.

"What other situation can we put them in?" A women with dark framed glasses and even darker hair asked. "We've placed players in the tundra, in the jungle, in deserted cities, even on abandoned islands! Yet they all seem to be reacting in the same ways despite their different scenarios."

"Well, it's a bit logical isn't it? There are only a limited amount of options the players could choose."

"It's not like there is a real objective to the game. We created Warning: Zombie Takeover to beat out competition. It's better than the Oculus Rift, better than any new game console. But I think we focused too much on making it feel like it was real. As if they were living. We are forgetting to give the game an objective. A goal they must accomplish."

"I agree with Nathan." The women spoke again. "This can't just be a simulator where you can do whatever you please. The hype of getting the game will die down after a while. We don't want this to be a virtual life sort of game. We want it to be better than that."

"And what do you propose, Rosalind? Speak your mind fully. How could we better the game?"

"With an objective." She responded. "If you were in a situation so catastrophic as the one the players are in now, what would you want?"

"To cure the zombie disease."

"To get out of that situation."

"Exactly," Rosalind said. "So let's give them it. It seems that one of the group of players has found our little Easter Egg. We'll program the computer with specific directions and give the game a sort of ending. If the team finds it, they'll be taken out of the program."

"We could try it." A man said. "I don't see why not. We'll record the results and see if the outcome is favorable. If it isn't, then we'll think of a gameplay and a story that most kids would want to follow."

"Not only kids, but everyone. I don't want this to be targeted to a specific age group. I want everyone to play and I won't stop until Warning: Zombie Takeover makes history."

"But first, I think we should mess with the players for a little. Make it fun for us before it's fun for anyone else."

"Let's give some power to the players, shall we?"

Percy's POV:

The morning had not gone as well as I expected it to go but when does anything ever really go the way I want it to go? Grover had come into my office and dragged me outside, saying that a little fresh air and sunlight would do me some good. I knew everyone was worried about me but I didn't want them to worry. If I had been stuck in the office it was because I was testing the immortal laptop and taking every bit of information I could get from it. The only thing I had left of Annabeth was the document with her name on it.

Sometimes I blamed myself for what happened to her. If only I had been paying more attention then maybe I could have protected her like I should of. A few days ago, I almost found myself at the border line of insanity when I wished for her zombie to come back to me and that somehow I could make her better again. I wanted her forgiveness and somehow I knew I could find that if I studied the laptop and got enough information for a cure to heal her zombie or to bring her back to me. It had to be inside this computer.

Most of the information on the laptop was filled with long words and confusing language but I whatever I managed to understand I kept. Something that caught my eye was a program the computer had installed called Globe: View of the Zombie Lands. It was a holographic earth that reminded me a lot of Google Earth, back when I'd have to do things for school and I used it. The sphere of the Earth that moved where I wanted it to move by just moving the mouse. The world no longer looked green and lush with beautiful blue oceans. Now it was rather brown and yellow, filled with dead grasslands and sad seas. There were points on that globe. Some here in America, others in other countries but what I found interesting was that if I clicked on one, I got a picture with information of the groups that had formed there. There was a group in Brazil, another in London, Beijing, Sydney and Chad. There was even a group up in Alaska but when I clicked on the dot the information that it gave me told me they were all deceased. Even though the laptop brought many questions on its existence, I didn't try to question it much. I thought of it as a tool to help me survive. A tool that came from the high above.

"Earth to Percy, come in Percy." Grover said as we walked through the longest hallway and into the cafeteria.

I tried to stay clear of the room Annabeth slept in, just because I didn't want to feel sad anymore. But it's not like I could help it. Even walking into the cafeteria, my mind plagued me with hurtful memories of her sitting there, laughing with her friends and looking at me with those grey eyes that drove me near insanity.

"Huh? Oh, sorry Grover." I said as I sheepishly smiled and scratched the back of my neck. "You were saying?"

"I wanted to know if you wanted to come help me pick some fresh vegetables with Juniper and I. We made this little greenhouse with the Leo's help. We wanted to check on the plants and water them."

I wonder what else they had done while I was cooped up in my office. They could have built a fire breathing dragon out of scrap metal and called it "Happy" for all I know.

"Sure. Sounds like fun." I said, semi distracted. Thalia, Nico and Jason were huddled up talking about something and it sparked my curiosity.

"Great, we're going now."

The greenhouse was small. Small enough that I had to get on my knees and crawl inside and the poor thing could barely fit all three of us inside it. It was made out of some clear material, which I guessed was glass. My guess was that Leo and some others went outside and took some of the good windows out of the broken cars in the street. With a cup of water and dirt all over my hands, I watered the little plants with my friends and it was a little relaxing, if not hot. What bothered me was that the greenhouse was in the backyard. Though it was quiet a distance away from where we had buried Annabeth, I still looked in the direction and sighed.

I didn't know how to explain it to anyone. Loosing someone you loved was the worst thing that could ever happen. I remembered the early days of this odyssey when I had lost my mother, Sally, to the zombies. It hurt not to have my mother around anymore, and at that time Thalia, Nico and I were completely lost and scared, but thank gods I haven't run into her zombie. I don't know how I'd react. As I sprinkled the water over the small little green leaves, I thought about one special night I had spent with Annabeth. It was back in New Jersey and we had just talked the night away as the others slept. We talked about a lot of things and I even made her laugh at a stupid joke I made up just to see her smile. I remember my hand slowly inching towards hers. I felt like a nervous idiot. She would laugh because I would stutter and get flustered by the slightly thing she did. I could fight zombies and survive an apocalypse but she managed to get to me.

"We'll grow potatoes and maybe some beans. Juniper, I was also thinking we could use some fruits. Something simple but tasty."

"I think we can find some seeds in a nearby hardware store, should we make an arrangement to go check?"

"Yes! I would die for an apple and an enchilada." Grover said. "I…I don't even remember how they taste anymore. It's been a long time since I've had one. I try to make my own imitations but they're not the same."

They kept talking and I kept thinking until it happened. What Thalia had thought would happen and everyone else, including me. I just wished it happened at night and it would crawl away to join the others but it wasn't like that.

Annabeth's zombie was coming out of the dirt.

Her decomposing hand, the same hand that had held my own and saved me from those flesh eating creatures, was rising and clawing her way out of her grave. I wanted to warn Grover and Juniper but I seemed to get stuck in my head. What if the status that said she was alive meant that her zombie form was coming? But I wasn't going to lose hope. I wouldn't open Pandora's box.

"-and you know what else I miss? Ice cream. I remember this one time-"

"Oh no," Juniper gasped in horror, cutting Grover off. "Grover, look. It's…It's…"

"It's Annabeth's zombie." I said.

I felt frozen on my knees, holding the little cup of water inside the miniature greenhouse that I still found a miracle that we fit inside. I blinked as her other hand came out of the ground and with her elbows she pushed herself out of the ground. I felt my eyes get watery as soon as her head came out of the ground. Her skin was breaking into pieces. When she opened her mouth, you could see right through her right cheek, and into her mouth, because the skin was no longer there. Her eyes that were once a beautiful stormy grey were now completely black and her hair lost its glow covered in all that dirt. She began to claw her way out, pushing the dirt aside until she could stand on her wobbly feet. Confused, she looked around making the same weird moaning sounds the other's zombie made. The unfathomable language of the dead walkers. Her black eyes scanned all around her until curiosity made her walk towards the greenhouse.

"Holy Pan," Grover whispered. "W-what are we going to do?"

"Shh," I whispered watching every movement her zombie form made.

I didn't want to attack her. I knew it wasn't Annabeth but even in this dead form there was no way I could ever put a bullet through her head, much less cut it off. She moved towards the greenhouse, somehow not noticing us yet, and tapped it curiously. Her head titled to her side like a dog and it amazed me that even in her zombie form she was curious and wanted to find out what everything was. Then suddenly she was kneeling down and looking straight into my eyes. I didn't blink or move a muscle as she looked at me. I almost whispered her name before she violently pushed herself onto the greenhouse and started to push it from the ground.

"The potatoes!"

"They aren't important now, Grover!" Juniper said she scrambled to her feet and pushed the small greenhouse up and towards Annabeth.

It crashed into her, making her fall to the floor. That bought time for Grover and Juniper to run towards the museum but by instinct, I wanted to help her and make sure she was okay. I didn't get the chance to though, because Travis had come out with his gun. He was followed by others.

"Go inside, Percy." Thalia said as she walked towards me.

I saw the gun in her hand. I knew what they were going to do.

"You're going to shoot her? You're going to shoot her!" I said accusingly. "No! I won't let you, just let her go!"

"She isn't your Annabeth anymore, Percy. If she had the chance she'd kill you without any regret. Annabeth is dead."

"But she looked into my eyes, she knew-"

"Get him inside, Nico."

As Annabeth struggled to get the glass greenhouse off of her, Travis and a few others had already encircled her, guns and bows pointed at her. I knew she was the zombie version of herself but I couldn't do it! I couldn't bring myself to harm her even now when her soul was gone and her body was taken over by disease. I wanted to protect her from those who would hurt her even now. I loved her.

Nico grabbed my arms and started to drag me towards the house.

"Don't shoot! Please don't shoot her! Just let her go! Open the gates and let her go!" I yelled as I fought against Nico's gold.

Something took over me. It was just instinct, I guess. I fought against Nico and managed to pull free just as Annabeth's zombie managed to get free from under the glass house. But I didn't get there in time. My feet didn't run fast enough. Travis had pulled the trigger as soon as her zombie had gotten to stand upright and the sound of the bullet being fired echoed into the deepest parts of me.

Her body jerked at the powerful impact and her body jerked again as another shot was fired. I stood still, horrified at what they did as he body fell to the floor again. This time, she wouldn't be moving anymore. I lost Annabeth again.

"What did you do?!" I yelled as I tried to get back to her, but this time both Jason and Nico held my arms.

"Perce, calm down, it's not Annabeth."

"You let them shoot her! How could you do that, Travis! How could you shoot her?!"

Juniper and Grover looked worried about my mental health. I couldn't stop a few stray tears that rolled down my cheeks.

"Annabeth, please come back! Please!" I begged. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you! It's my fault, please come back. Please!"

"He's going crazy." Someone said. I wasn't paying attention to who at the moment. I could only look at her body.

"No. He hasn't finished grieving. He feels guilty." Thalia said. "Take him back to his room, guys."

"I'm sorry, Annabeth! I'm sorry!" I yelled as they dragged me away. "I'm sorry!"

I know that was short and pretty crazy. But an update's an update, right? It seems like the people controlling the game want to mess with them more and poor Percy blames himself for what happened to Annabeth.

I hoped you liked it and again, I plead for forgiveness. Hopefully you still remember about the story.

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