Annabeth sighed heavily as she looked upon the sunset. It’s time.

Recently, Camp Half-blood was… infected. Infected by what I mean is a virus which turns infected teens into horrid, dangerous amalgamations of themselves. Their bones sometimes stretch out of their skin or their jaw falling too low and making their mouths too huge to close and their eyes looking swollen or not having any at all.

The survivors of this have to stay in the main cabin as the other cabins are too dangerous to enter or even keep up and running except for Cabin 3. But, cabin 3 came with a price… locking all doors at night for if they didn’t, infected would easily get in.

The survivors were currently in Cabin 3 because it was considered more safer than the main cabin unless you count it’s night time requirement.

Stage 1 : The person would get confused and start losing their skills and even start procrastinating. Stage 2 : They would start becoming aggressive and get more angry and confused. Stage 3 : Transformation begins. Stage 4 : Any that are unlucky to survive stage 3 will have to roam the camp, thinking all are enemies. Stage 5 : Death. If not died, then they would either kill themselves or remain like that forever until actual death.

Annabeth missed Percy since he was a fully infected person and was one of them that DIDNT die so he kept roaming around like a daily reminder that there was a plague.