(Road 96 au, but demigods trying to get to camp)

Election Day.

It was the worst possible timeline; bombs, gunfire, tear gas, you name it, it was used for violence. And you, unlucky you, just so happened to get caught in the crossfire whilst trying to sneak through.

On paper, the idea seemed great. Sneak out of country, using the protests as cover. But these weren’t protests, it was a massacre. Guards would shoot at anything against Tyrak, and a stray bullet pierced your side.

“…C’mon…c’mon…stay with me. Hey, what’s my name?” Your accomplice, Percy, was by your side. He is desperate to keep you conscious, resorting to meaningless questions to keep that brain active.

“No, no. No, stay here.” Percy pats your cheek to rouse you, noticing your eyes beginning to roll back.