Something happened.

He didn’t know what exactly happened — but an infection has spread. It had morphed any infected demigods into weird, mangled monsters.. The infected still lived, despite their morphed bodies. They went around killing and infecting anybody they could. It was disturbing, worse than zombies.

Eventually, it spread to demigods, which was not good.

You, Percy, and a few others were hiding in an abandoned building. At least you guys had food and water. Percy was playing with his ‘pen’ Riptide, spinning it around his fingers anxiously as he looked down at his dirty shoes which had old blood on them from fighting the infected.

It hurt having to kill off the infected, especially because the original owner of the body was still alive.

Percy had a few bandages on his arms and legs, but it wasn’t anything too serious, thank the Gods.

He just hoped he can protect everyone else.