The sun was hot. It didn't help that Percy was dressed in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. But honestly, what was worse, a heat stroke, or being eaten alive/turned into a zombie? He would take option 0, none of the above. If he had to pick, one sounded much better.

A shield hung on his arm, only held by electromagnets. A sword hung on his waist, ready to be pulled out and used. His backpack pulled on his shoulders, but he could fix it later. He was almost to his destination.

In the distance, his place of refuge sat, waiting for his arrival. The Plaza Hotel.

Percy wanted to run, he really did. But that would create noise, and well, the zombies quite liked noise. And Percy didn't like zombies.

He entered the shade of the building, grateful for the cooler temperature. He opened the door, and entered the hotel. He looked around, scanning for living corpses. Once he saw that there were no zombies, he collapsed on a couch. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a water bottle.

Filled with water from a fast running river in central park, it was safer to drink than if it was from a pond, or some still standing water. He unscrewed the cap and took a swig. He was just barely done drinking when he was knocked out.

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The apocalypse had started quickly.

Percy was walking home from school when he saw his 1st zombie. Not that he knew it at the time. It was a man who was crawling towards another person, groaning loudly.

He walked into his house and put his backpack on a chair. He paused when he heard no sound coming from the apartment. Usually some sort of noise would be coming from a room, but there was nothing.

Typically, a high schooler left home alone wouldn't be that big of a deal. But the last time his mom had left him at home, he almost burned down their apartment. It was because of grilled cheese, and, you know what, it's a long story, one we don't have time for.

"Anyone home?" He asked out loud, only to receive no answer.

He stood up straight and lightly walked through the apartment. The kitchen was empty, the living room was empty, the bathroom was empty, and his room was empty. The only room left was his mom's room.

He crept towards the door. He started to hear very quiet noises coming from the room. He opened the door, only to see a dark room. His mom was standing in the middle of the room, facing away from him. Her posture was really fucked up. Her head was tilted to the side, and her arms were at her side. It looked like her legs were bent at a weird angle.

"Mom?"

His 'mom' groaned softly, before turning around. Percy gasped. His mom was dead. She looked like a walking corpse. Sunken cheeks, chunks of flesh missing. Her eyes were bloodshot. There was a bite mark on her leg.

She stumbled towards her son, coming into the light. Percy was able to see her better. Her mouth was open, and her rotting jaw hung on only one side. Blood covered her face and the floor.

"Mom?" He asked, voice shaking.

"HGGGHH." Was the only response he got.

She started to shamble at him faster. Percy backed up, breathing heavy. He looked around before grabbing a stool from the kitchen. He hadn't realized that he had backed up so far. And his mom was still coming at him.

He thrust the stool, legs first, at her. He kited her around the island, before dropping the stool and running for the bathroom. His zombified mother chased after him, shambling fast. He reached the bathroom and shut the door behind him. The zombie tried to push on the door, and was able to push it in, only for Percy to push back. He locked the door before sighing in relief.

Then he realized something.

He was trapped. In a bathroom. With no escape. He was fucked. He turned on the light, hoping that the electricity worked. Luckily, it did. He guessed that the humans who ran the power plants hadn't been killed yet.

He looked around the small bathroom. Nothing of use. He tried to think back to his zombie apocalypse phase from a few years ago. Then he remembered a zombie movie he had seen. In it, one of the main characters took a toilet tank lid and smashed a zombie's head with it.

He took the toilet tank lid, and got ready. He took a deep breath and readied his weapon. It was heavy, and tough to hold in one hand. And he needed one hand to open the door.

He put his ear to the door, trying to hear if the zombie was still on the other side. He heard nothing, so he opened the door. Once it was open, he quickly grabbed the toilet tank lid.

Nothing attacked him, and he heard nothing. Making a quick decision, he banged the lid on the wall. Instantly, his zombie mom came running out of her room, shambling at him. He readied the lid, and waited till she was close.

WHACK!

The zombie stumbled back, only to get hit again. It fell to the ground. Percy stepped over her, and swung down with the lid one final time, smashing the zombies head flat. Blood and brain covered the floor.

Percy threw up on the zombie. He was not used to seeing that.

But he just killed his first zombie, and there was plenty more to come.

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Percy woke up, tied to a chair. His arms were tied up behind him as well. There was a sack over his head, but he could feel the restraints. He could hear muttering from in front of him. It was a little too far to hear clearly though.

The muttering stopped as footsteps came forward. Then the bag was ripped off his head.

In front of him were two women. One was taller than the other, though they looked the same age. The taller one had red hair, and was tan. She had silver eyes. The shorter one had black hair, and had copper skin. Her eyes were dark brown, almost the color of onyx. They both wore silver hoodies and jeans, paired with running shoes. Quivers hung on their backs.

He noticed that he was in one of the rooms, with a window to his right, overlooking Central park.

The one to take the bag off was the shorter one. She also used her hand to keep one of his eyes open. She stared at it, before turning to the taller girl.

"No sign of infection." She said, to which the taller girl nodded.

"Well, yeah, I'm not infected, now could you untie me?" Percy said.

"Shh." The girl said. "There are infected around here."

Percy nodded understanding.

A girl burst into the room. "They're coming. I don't know if we can hold them off."

The tall girl ran over to the window. She stared out, before turning to the girl who had intruded. "Tell the girls to pick a window and pick them off from here. They're advancing from the park." Then she turned to the girl who was next to Percy.

"Zoë, untie him. Hopefully he could be of use."

The now named Zoë nodded, and took a knife out of her pants. She cut the ropes, making sure to avoid his arms and back. Percy stood up and looked around. He couldn't see his weapons or things anywhere in the room.

"Follow me." She said.

Percy followed her to another room, where a bunch of weapons were. Mostly bows and arrows, but there were a couple of knives. His sword and shield were on the wall on the other side of the room. He walked over to them and picked them up. The shield went back onto his arm. His sword went back onto his sheathe.

He was walking out of the room, when he saw a M-16 hanging on the wall. He turned to Zoë. "Does anyone use that?" He asked, pointing to it.

She shook her head. "We all prefer bows and arrows. You can have it if you like."

Percy grinned. He grabbed the rifle and slung the sling over his shoulder. He followed Zoë out of the room. They walked back into the room where they had him tied.

The window had been smashed, and the taller girl was firing arrows at the oncoming horde. Zoë and Percy joined her, with Percy using his newly acquired rifle.

He then remembered, he had no experience with a gun. And apparently, they're harder to use than he saw in movies. Because this thing was bouncing all around. And then he also remembered, he didn't have any extra ammunition.

Percy cursed. Before looking down at the ground. They were maybe on the 2nd floor. He could probably jump down and use his sword.

So he did that.

He rolled when he hit the ground. Didn't want to break his legs after all. He got out of the roll and started to run. The zombies were shambling out of Central park. He threw his shield, like he was Captain America. But you see, he wasn't Captain America, and his shield hit the 1st zombie, then fell to the ground. He did not have the Captain's great sense of aim, or a shield that bounces.

He ran towards it, decapitating a zombie on the way. The head rolled, only for him to kick it. It soared through the air, hitting another zombie knocking it down. Percy grabbed the shield, before slamming it down on the zombie he had knocked down.

He put it back on his wrist, just in time to block a slash from a zombified cheerleader's nails. He stabbed her through the chest, before ripping upwards, bisecting her head, and her chest, by proxy.

Percy turned, only to see a zombie behind him. Luckily, an arrow pierced it through its head, eliminating the danger. Another undead corpse stumbled over the dead zombie, only to get decapitated.

Percy kept killing zombies, thinning the horde. Arrows kept raining from above, helping him out a lot. It took about 30 minutes to kill the entire horde. Percy sheathed his sword, and walked back to the hotel.

He got to the hotel, only to see the group of girls packing their things.

"Where are you going?" Percy asked.

"We don't stay in one place too long." A blonde girl responded, before walking over to another girl.

"Well, can I come?"

"Sorry, this is a girls only kinda thing." Zoë said.

"Oh, okay. I'll, uh, I'll leave you be then." He said, before leaving them, and going to a room on the 2nd floor.

He entered the room and shut the door behind him. He locked it, didn't want zombies to come in uninvited after all. He collapsed on a bed, exhausted from the day. He wanted nothing more than to sleep in a comfortable bed.

He got under the covers, and fell asleep.

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After killing his first zombie, Percy had escaped the apartment. He ran out into the street. Like previously mentioned, the apocalypse had started fast. So when he got outside, he saw people dropping to the ground dead. They would then get up from the ground, before chasing a living human. Textbook zombie behavior.

Percy rushed to his skateboard, before skating down the hill. Luckily, his best friend Grover, his house was close. He picked up speed, because physics is a thing, and got to the bottom of the hill.

Percy knocked on the door frantically. The loud commotion attracted the attention of the undead. The door opened, with Grover standing in the doorway. He took one look at what was happening outside, before his eyes widened.

He got out of the way and let Percy in. Percy ran in and shut the door just in time for one to stick it's finger through the doorway. The door wouldn't close because of the finger. Percy pulled the door open a bit, before slamming it shut. It went straight through the rotting finger.

The finger fell to the ground.

"Ew." Percy said.

Grover nodded in agreement. "So, zombie apocalypse?"

Percy nodded. "Yeah, crazy, isn't it?"

"Never thought it was possible to actually happen."

"Me neither."

"What's the plan?"

"Honestly, I kinda just want to lay down and die." Percy said, laying down on the couch. "Already killed my mom."

"You what?!" Grover said, sitting in a recliner.

"Yeah, she was infected." Percy said, sounding close to tears.

Grover was silent for a moment. "Wanna take some frustration out on the zombies?"

"With what? We have no weapons."

"We can raid a sports shop, they have guns of all kinds."

"Nah, I'm sure everyone alive would be rushing to those. And that would mean more zombies if they got infected. Or non-infected people that will want our heads on their walls. Also, we don't know how to use guns."

"Good point. But where would we get stuff to fight?"

Percy thought for a moment. Then he sat up, eyes wide. "A museum."

"A museum?"

"Think about it. Remember that museum that Mr. Brunner brought us to on a field trip?"

"The Metropolitan Museum of Art?"

"They had a Greek mythology exhibit. While we were there, I saw swords, and armour, and shields." Percy's voice started to fill with excitement.

Grover seemed to catch on. "And who would have a museum be their first thought in a zombie apocalypse?"

"Exactly! No one! Practically no danger!"

"Let's go get some weapons shall we?" Grover said, standing up.

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Percy woke up in the nice bed. He was confused, before realizing that he had made it to the Plaza Hotel yesterday. He got out of the bed and went down the stairs.

One thing about hotels, they are creepy as fuck when no one but you is in them. Percy noticed this when he went down to the buffet, and heard nothing. The overturned tables and smashed windows really didn't help.

That was when he realized that he had no food. Which means that he had to find some. He went into the kitchen. He crossed the fridge off of the list of places to check for food. Everything in there was probably rotten now.

He checked the pantry. Luckily, there was some bread. Not his first choice, but food was food. He made a mental note to raid people's pantries instead of a hotel's. They didn't really have a lot in them.

He grabbed his loaf of bread and took it upstairs. He sat on the chair next to the desk. He pulled out the slip of paper from his pocket. A pen sat on the desk, so he used it to check another item off his list.

He sighed when his eyes glanced at the heading.

PERCY AND GROVER'S GUIDE TO SURVIVAL!

Grover's name was crossed out. Percy sighed, before looking at the rest of the list. He saw the next item, and realized he might have to delay it. His rifle needed ammunition, and that needed to be solved before what could possibly be a big fight.

He packed up his things, before heading back downstairs. His sword was drawn. He had to be ready for anything. He walked outside carefully, looking for zombies. So far, he was in the clear.

The next place he needed to go was maybe 13 minutes away. He started his journey.

About 15 minutes later, he arrived at his destination. A car dealership. He searched through the rows of cars, looking for one that tickled his fancy. Finally, he settled on a Honda Accord. It was blue, which of course made it the best car there.

He walked inside the dealership and found the keys for lot 22-A. (The lot that the car was in.) He grabbed the keys and walked back outside. He walked to the car and unlocked it. He got in behind the wheel.

He put the keys in the ignition and turned the car on. He made sure to buckle up, didn't want to do all this work to end up as a splat on the pavement.

He drove out of the parking lot and got onto the actual streets. He drove around for a while before coming across a store that he hoped would have ammo for his rifle. If not, then he would just stick to the sword.

Percy parked the car and got out. He didn't bother to lock it; not like someone was going to steal it.

He walked into the store and drew his sword. He tapped it against the floor, hoping it was loud enough to attract some zombies. One came from one of the aisles. He held up his shield and rammed it into the zombie, before thrusting it up and behind him. The zombie flew behind him and flew through the window, shattering it. With the zombie knocked down, Percy stepped towards the window and decapitated it.

He sheathed his sword and grabbed a shopping cart. He wheeled it around the store, filling it up with clothes and a new backpack. He grabbed multiple refillable water bottles and a sleeping bag.

He finally wheeled over to the gun's section of the store. Right there, as if laid just for him, was cartridges of . 223 calibre ammunition. He took every box of it and put it in the cart. He decided to also get himself some earplugs. Didn't want to lose his hearing after all.

When he was done, he heard shuffling from the aisle next to him. Percy was quiet as the footsteps rounded the corner and came into his aisle. He looked at the newcomer. Looked like he missed a zombie. No biggie.

Percy took the car and started to run forward, pushing it. He rammed it into the zombie, which pushed it into the shelves. Now a fun fact about zombies, they are really bad when it comes to their durability. One of the reasons why Percy could behead them so easily. So when this one hit the shelves, the metal plates cut right through the zombie, slicing into something that resembled sushi.

Percy smirked at his handiwork, before bringing his cart to the front of the store. And now he got to enjoy one of the perks about a zombie apocalypse. No lines, and you didn't have to pay for things. He loaded the things into his car, got in, and drove off.

Time for the next task on his list.

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Percy and Grover walked up the stairs to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Behind them carnage ensued. It was hell trying to get there in the first place. But at last, they were at their destination.

They walked into the museum. It was pretty much empty, including workers. It only made their job easier. They walked through it, making their way to the Greek mythology exhibit.

They walked into the exhibit and their mouth's dropped at the sight of the weapons and armor on display, all for the taking.

A particular sword caught Percy's eye. Hanging on the wall was an ancient Greek xiphos, made of bronze. The hilt was wrapped in leather, both edges of the blade were sharp. He took it off of its hooks. Why this wasn't encased in glass, he'll never know.

The weight of the sword in his hand felt very well balanced. Not top heavy, but also not too light. It was basically perfect.

Percy grabbed a sheathe as well, and fastened it to his belt loop. He sheathed the sword. He turned to a shield, and grabbed it. There were leather straps to fasten it to your wrist. He would have to change that to make it easier to come on and off.

He looked at some armour, but ultimately decided against it. He would have to be fast to dodge these things, and armour would only slow him down.

He turned to Grover, who was wearing armour, and had a sword. He looked uncomfortable holding one, but desperate times, well you know the rest.

They walked out of the museum, feeling much more confident. While they were in the building, the chaos must have gotten worse. People were being eaten alive in the streets, and others were running around aimlessly. It was like the apocalypse got rid of everyone's common sense.

They ran into the chaos, hoping to create more to be able to escape. Percy would slice a copse here, behead another there, headbutt one with his shield every so often; just causing mass confusion in the crowd.

They ended up escaping the feeding frenzy, and were able to make it to Grover's house. They locked the door behind them, and sat on the couches.

"We need a plan. Like how to actually survive this thing." Grover said.

And so, they came up with a plan.

PERCY AND GROVER'S GUIDE TO SURVIVAL!

Get weapons

Take out frustration on zombies

Spend a couple of days in the Plaza Hotel

Get a car

Go to a prison

Clear prison of zombies

Turn prison into home/main base

Run missions out of the prison, getting multiple things

Make farm for steady food production

Survive.

Armed with their plan of survival, they went out to vent their frustrations.

When they got outside, all the carnage was over. There wasn't a zombie in sight. Percy turned to Grover. "Did we miss it all?"

Grover shrugged. "One way to check."

"What's that?"

"Where do a lot of zombies always accumulate in zombie movies?"

"Besides prisons?"

"Yeah."

Percy thought for a moment. "The school."

Grover nodded.

"To the school we go."

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Percy pulled up to one of the prisons in the city. Well, it really wasn't in the city, it was on the outskirts, but it was there. He decided on this one, because there hopefully would be less of a chance of a siege.

He parked the car and got out. He went to the trunk and pulled out the boxes of ammunition. He opened one up and started to take them out of the styrofoam tray and into the magazine of his rifle.

When he was finished, he entered the magazine in the rifle and sat up. He slung the rifle's sling over his shoulder, put his shield on, and psyched himself up for a fight.

He walked over to the fence of the prison, only to notice a huge hole in the chain link fence. That wasn't good. Someone was here, and there was no guarantee they were as nice as the girls back at the Plaza were.

He drew his sword and proceeded cautiously. He walked past the main fence and into the main building. The building was dark. Because there was no power, there was no light. He wished he had a flashlight.

He walked through the corridors, his footsteps echoing in the enclosed space. He checked each room, making sure no infected dead person would come up behind him and tear him to shreds.

He got closer to his first cell block, when he heard some commotion from up ahead. Percy decided to book it, to see if the person needed help. He ran forward, and turned the corner.

He almost wished he hadn't.

Waves of zombies surged through the end of the hallway, climbing over each other to reach the living human beings. Yes, beings with an S. Because the people defending themselves were none other than the girls from the Plaza. They launched volleys of arrows at the incoming walking corpses. But 2 more would just take the place of the fallen one.

Percy ran forward with his sword and beheaded a zombie. He blocked a zombie's attack with his shield, before bashing the undead man in the head with it. He threw his shield at another before slashing at a zombie to his left.

He beheaded another and ran forward to grab his shield. One of the girls came up behind him and shot arrows at the onoming zombies, covering him. Percy grabbed the shield, slicing a zombie vertically up, bisecting him.

He put the shield on his arm and thrust it forward to meet a zombie's rotting jaws. He stabbed the zombie through the side of the head. He pulled the sword back. But the zombie's head came right off the body. It flew off the sword and flew into another zombie. It knocked the zombie over, only for the fallen zombie to get stabbed in the chest.

Percy pulled the sword out of the dead zombie and looked around. Piles of corpses covered the floor. The girls were pulling arrows out of the zombies, salvaging whatever they could.

That's when he noticed that the room was bathed in light. He hadn't noticed in the heat of battle. Apparently the girls had strapped flashlights to their bows. That was a great idea.

One of the girls came up to him. "Thanks for your help, but we're gonna need you to leave."

Percy paused from cleaning his sword. "I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because this was my goal. I have done too much to leave this place now."

"What was your goal. Getting with all these girls." The girl started to sound angry.

"No. This prison. I have lost too much to not reach the end. I'm not leaving, but I can go to the other side of the cell block if it would make you more comfortable."

"Artemis will hear about this." She said, before turning on her heel.

Percy shook his head, before walking to the end of the cell block. He picked a cell and entered it. He looked at the small little cell, and started to look for ways to improve it.

The metal bars slammed behind him. He turned around. Zoë had entered his cell and shut the bars behind her.

"What's going on?" Percy asked.

"The girls aren't happy that you're adamant on staying."

"Well, I don't care, I'm not leaving."

"I'm aware. You've made yourself clear. But don't worry, I've got your back."

And so began the best zombie hunting duo in the history of the apocalypse.

A/N. Alright, that was the zombie apocalypse AU. There is another part, where Percy and Zoë work together, and eventually get together. I will start working on that soon.

Like I said earlier, it might be awhile before I post anything new, since I have a lot of stories started, and I'm only contemplating starting more. Not only that, but I have less time on my hands due to band. When October ends, I should have more time. Sorry, but that's the way it is.

Thoughts?