You know what to do

Coming back to life wasn't that uncommon in this universe. Monsters did it all the time. But coming back to life as a demigod was a whole different story—and with no explanation as to how was another freaky mystery.

But that's what happened December 9, 2019. On a chill night like any other day…

There were two guards posted at the entrance of Camp Half-Blood, when someone stepped foot through the border of the camp, and a warning signals everyone else in charge of watch that night. It began with one, but then several more warnings went off, and the camp soon came to realize that it was more than one person. It was like a small army.

The demigods armored up and prepared for battle, despite what it looked, they could never be too careful. Not after the tales of what happened to the pine tree back when Thalia was still part of it. How did they know the tree wasn't poisoned again? Or if they're facing an even bigger enemy than they had ever faced? At least this generation…

It's been nearly 20 years since the Battle of the Labyrinth and Gaea's fall. And things haven't gotten boring in camp, but there hasn't been any excitement of that scale in a long time either. That didn't mean, however, that things were calm now, years later… a lot of old friends… they perished. And the demigods had to live with that. Cope. But they were getting better at defending themselves. Demigods were making it past thirty. They were building a city similar to the Romans for older folks to reside and raise their children, if they wanted to have any. The Romans helped a lot with that, giving the Greeks tips on how to make this work. It was exciting to say the least. There was even talk of expansion. Of making another camp in Texas, or Kansas. Maybe even Nebraska. Just so demigods have a bigger selection to choose from, and they wouldn't have to worry about always having to stay in Camp Half-Blood, or Camp Jupiter.

Things seemed to be going smoothly. Almost too smoothly that it was only a matter of time before something happened.

Some demigods, like Percy Jackson, claimed they could feel it in the air…

This suffocating, uncomfortable sensation that he couldn't explain quite well. Demigods tried to brush it off as nothing, but that strange feeling began to rub off on other campers, and it began to worry people like Annabeth Chase too. They thought that having a conference with the Oracle, Rachel Dare, was a good idea.

But then the resurrection happened.

And a sudden influx of once-deceased demigods made their way through the forest, through the border like brainless zombies. Within the masses was Luke Castellan, Jason Grace, Bianca di Angelo, Charles Beckendorf, and so many more faces the new generation of demigods, and the old couldn't remember.

Luke walked in a daze, eyes glossed over, with no memory how he got to camp, or how he had come back alive.

"Light the torches!"

A series of torches on top of a wall were lit. They circled the entire camp. The archers were a blur standing on the battlement.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Hands where we can see them!"

Luke raises his hands without registering the command. Just pure instinct.

"State your names!"

"I'm Luke… Luke Castellan…"

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The next day.

"I've never heard of this," Annabeth said. "Yeah, we've experienced resurrections before—of monsters and demigods—but that was all Gaea's doing."

"You don't think she's back, do you?" Grover asked.

"No. That's impossible. I saw her get incinerated by Festus and Octavian's combined powers," Percy said, fingers crossed. He looked tired. "And the nature spirits and you, Grover, confirmed that her presence in the Earth is gone."

"Is she back?" Annabeth stops pacing.

Grover shakes his head. "No. If she was, I would have sensed her."

"Then what is it…?"

"We're gonna break our heads trying to figure this out." Percy stood up.

He was right. They were going to come up with every possibility until they solved this puzzle. Annabeth just hated how long that would take them. "Camp Jupiter also reported, last night, that they also had the same thing happen to them."

"The dead started showing up at their doorstep too?" Percy chuckled, dryly. "That must have been a surprise."

"About as much as it was for us," Annabeth mutters. "Reyna reported she was sending a couple legionnaires from the first and fifth cohort over to see if they recognize any of the new faces that we are unfamiliar with. I told her we'd be doing the same." At least this would help them get some of the less important work out of the way, and they'd be able to put the pieces together for those resurrected that have amnesia, like...Luke.

"So… how many are there?" Percy asked Will.

"So far there's—"

"Is it true?" Piper ran into the room. "Is Jason alive?"

Camp Jupiter

"You know, I'm almost flattered I've been put in charge," Roan said.

"You're not in charge," an older Hazel said. "Frank is. Reyna just sent you over to help keep the piece, should anything happen for any reason." She mutters, "Though, I don't know why she'd pick you, since you're in the center of most conflicts… but I guess it's too late to complain about it now, since you two have proven yourselves in one form or another."

"Please, don't link me up with him. It makes me very uncomfortable," Floyd said blandly. "Dirty, like a prostitute."

Roan turns to him with a grin. "Want me to treat you like a prostitute?" He gets in his personal space. "How much?"

Floyd pulls out his Stygian sword and points it beneath his chin. "Back off."

Roan chuckles and lifts his hands up in surrender. He backs off as requested.

Hazel ignored them. "How long until we get there?" she asked one of the crew members flying the ship.

"In about 10 minutes, ma'am."

"10 minutes won't be that long. Everyone get ready. We're about to land."

Cleo was ecstatic. "I can't wait." She practically eeped in her spot, big helmet that was too big for her head clanking.

Ari

Looks like another sleepless night for him, Ari thought as he looked towards the lit tent where the older demi-gods were convening. It wasn't every day the dead rose up from their graves and returned, unharmed but also without memories. At least most of them, there had been whispers from those who found them, that one called him Luke Castellan. The Luke Castellan who had been the ones who started the war twenty years ago. He had killed demi-gods and innocent humans alike for his lust to take down the Olympian Gods, Mt. Olympus and whoever stood in his way.

He gave his body to the Titan Kronos to control and nearly won if he had not a change of heart. Yes, he had saved them all from the Titan but that just told Ari he was easy to manipulation and whispers. He was supposed to be dead, waiting to be reborn in a new life. Not returning to life as his previous self. There was something going on, and it smelled like a trap. Like a fucking Trojan horse at their gates, fully expecting them to take it in without any precautions.

And they did, he didn't argue with the decisions of the others, they were higher in rank than he was but they were not here full time anymore. They had lives, and families and a home to go to. This was his home and for so many others. They weren't in charge of protecting the camp anymore, they had other responsibilities now.

Ari, on the other hand, had all the time to protect Camp Half-Blood. And his instincts were telling him that this was a ploy, it was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. The only trouble was that the Resurrected (what they were being dubbed by the other campers) didn't have any memory prior to their reawakening. That was also troubling Ari.

Sighing, he kicked at the gravel as he tried to figure out what to do. How to approach the leaders on his concerns. He shouldn't feel anxious about it, he was one of the oldest demi-gods in the camp, and a well-established leader and a capable warrior. It was kinda hard to be serious when a few of your heroes were here in the flesh. Like Percy and Annabeth. It didn't seem like it on the outside but he was secretly a fanboy to the OG heroes of Olympus.

Dagan

"This is the infirmary, where we do check-ups and help those who got hurt. You'll be safe here." the Satyr, Emile told Dagan as he was sitting on one of the beds. It had been late in the night when they arrived, but the Camp had already been in a commotion though his guide did not know why as they passed the barrier into the campgrounds. They had passed a large three with something golden hanging from its branches and he was pretty sure he saw a dragon curled around the base of the roots of it but he was dragged away before his eyes could adjust to the darkness to see better.

"I'm going to be right back, just stay here and I'll get one of our medics to look you over," Emile added as he made his way towards the exit, his hooves clopping on the ground before disappearing through the tent flap.

Then he was alone. He hugged his worn backpack to his chest as he tried to figure out what to do. He could get up and run away but after that encounter with that monster, he wasn't sure it was a good idea. His leg still burned when it sank its claws into his calf. Emile patched it up as good as he could before they had to run, and kept an eye on it on their journey. He made sure Dagan was comfortable on the bed, stealing pillows from the other beds and propping up his injured leg. Yeah, he couldn't run away like this.

Hazell

Apparently people were coming back form the dead? Demigods dying? A common enough occurrence. Demigods coming back to life? A whole lot less common. Especially when they're people who died in one of the biggest wars of the century. As a child of Hecate, Hazell's interest was definitely piqued, ghosts being part of her mother's domain and all.

Unsurprisingly, Hazell wasn't the only curious soul in camp, not by a long shot. Of course, camp activities were still going on as scheduled, but the camp was practically buzzing with gossip over what happened. Hazell, being the quiet soul she is, had plenty of chances to listen in on all kinds of crazy rumors. Talk of the Doors of Death and the "Resurrected" were especially common, but also a lot of it was just people fawning over Percy Jackson, so maybe her sources weren't all that reliable.

Someone who was reliable was standing all on his lonesome and caught Hazell's eye from where she stood a couple of yards away. Ari Callus. Their generation's very own golden boy. Seeing him outside the leader's tent was hardly a surprise, but what was a surprise were Hazell's feet that started moving on their own until she was standing in front of the tall son of Ares.

Thinking quickly as to not seem completely insane for just walking over for no good reason, Hazell crossed her arms over her chest and said, "You look stressed." It was just a statement, just an embarrassing statement that she could't take back and that he'd think she's a total weirdo for. Whatever, it held to her reputation at least.

Krystal

Only he wasn't alone.

The cabin was big. It took up a lot of space. There were rows of bed occupied by faces much like Krystal, dazed and confused.

Children of Apollo walked between them and asked them questions, like:

Who were they?

Where did they come from?

Who brought them back to life?

And the big one: what god or goddess was their parent?

But they all said the same thing: "I don't remember…"

Some of them did. Some of them new their names, and the god that birthed them. But the majority did not.

Krystal played the part that she didn't remember. But she always wondered, somewhere in the back of her head, if her father already knew she was out, and she was coming for him. She wondered if he was apprehensive, as he should be.

At any moment she expected Zeus or Poseidon to send a messenger, and warriors would storm into the cabin to strike her down. She was on edge. Her shoulders were stiff and her hands kept clenching.

This world was strange to her.

It was different from hers.

The people here wore attires that she had never seen before. Clothes that stuck, like T-shirts, shorts, and tennis shoes. And no battle armor. Some did. She remembers, as she was being escorted outside that there were children that wore chest plates and had shields and spears, but they held them very awkwardly than she was used to seeing. Almost like they weren't used to real battle.

Like they hadn't seen a real battle in years.

Oh. That's too bad.

If they hadn't, they would certainly be easy picking.

She held no sympathy for these demigods, and the darkness that was coming for them.

She blinked, scanning the room, when her eyes fell on the satyr situating a boy she had never seen when she was marching through the fields with the others. He looked just like the rest of them—different, with weird clothes on. But there was something about his eyes… they were as aprehensive as she was.

She still wore her battle garments from 4,000 years ago. A toga underneath a breast plate, shoulder plates, leather gladiator sandals, golden armbands, and a Corinthian helmet with blue horsehair shaped like a mohawk on top that she had yet to remove.

"Um, do you mind removing that, so I can check you for any injuries to your head?"

Krystal didn't move to do it right away. She just stared at the Apollo kid like he was a hydra with three heads. At any moment she might decapitate him.

He was lucky she didn't have a sword in hand.

He gulped, looking uncomfortable. Then let out a relieved breath when she did it. "Thank you," he said.

Her black hair, as obsidian as the night, spilled out, and blue eyes as crystalline as the bottom of the ocean gaze at him.

Two hot patches form on his cheeks when he sees the beauty underneath.

He shakes his head and checks her scalp for any signs of injury. "We-well, you don't seem to be injured anywhere. But what is this here…" his fingers brush against the faintest scar on her arm, and she grabs his wrist and grips it.

"Don't touch," she says through her teeth.

Allegra

Allie was working on a project. Sure, yeah, okay, she was curious about the horde of demigods that just walked into the camp like mindless zombies—they were being called the Ressurected—because they were all once dead, and now they weren't—but she cared more about her project than the undead.

What did peek her interest, however, was the person in the group of ressurected called Charles Beckendorf. A child of Hephaestus. And one of her father's favorites too. She did want to meet him.

Maybe after I'm done with everything I'll pay him a visit.

"Cerberus," she said, "hand me that bolt over there." A tiny mechanical dog that resembled a jack russell terrier pawed the earth to the bolt she requested. Chest puffed out with confidence, the dog gave it to her. "That's a good dog." It wags it's tail.

She screws the bolt in, and as she's doing so, Cerberus snorts, and pats the earth a little too excitedly. She glances up and notices another camper marching by.

"Well, if it isn't Casper the friendly ghost." She pauses what she's doing. "Get kicked out again?" She snickers. Yeah. She knew about Smelly Nelly. The whole camp did. News spread fast in these parts.

Allegra

The way he had fired back at her with some sass lit the tiniest torch inside her, but she brushed it off. She wasn't gonna let that monster out, yet.

She rolled her eyes. "You scared creepy-crawlies are going to bump you in the night?" She didn't care if her words could trigger the ressurected. It wasn't like she was directing it to them. She sucked the back of her teeth. "Yeah, right. Whatevers. You do you, Hamlet. I'll just be here working on my scraps." She continued to tighten the bolt.

Cerberus lied his head down on his mechanical little arms and watched Casper with his red robotic eyes.

Ari

He heard Hazel making her way towards him, the gravel crunching under her shoes before stopping beside him. He had to stifle a groan because he didn't know if he could handle being near the two people he has crushes on. He understood that Percy was waaay out of the question, he was older and married and with kids. Hazel, on the other hand, was a fellow camper and who was around constantly. He intimidated most campers here as he is a Son of Ares, as well as the leader that took no shit from anyone (besides Rory). But she wasn't scared of him, proven by the fact she walked up to him with ease and that's probably why he developed a crush on her too.

But he couldn't stop the snort when she told him how he looked, and he reached up to scratch his nose. "Yeah, well it's not every day people come back from the dead in groups," he answered, inclining his head towards her as he didn't look away from the main tent. "I swear some of them aren't from our era, there are a few wearing clothes from way back then," he answered, his expression turning into a frown. "This smells like a trap, there's something going on here that doesn't sit well with me."

He'd stay silent for a moment before asking her. "I'm going to suggest to keep them away from the other campers, just to isolate them until we can deem them not a threat to us Do you think that's a bad idea?"

Dagan

Dagan had noticed he wasn't alone and watched them silently, he didn't think the ones who were helping knew he was there just yet as they puttered through the crowds. He had a sense he didn't belong here, that this wasn't a place he could call home. Everything felt alien and almost disassociative. Like this wasn't really happening and he was in a dream.

He felt a pair of eyes on him and he froze, looking up to see a pair of blues boring into him and raising his hackles in response. There was something about that girl that just spoke danger, and he wasn't talking about her outfit either. She looked like she would kick his ass and not even break a sweat.

He had to get out of here.

Hazell

Ugh, even his snorts were cute. Hades, even the way he scratched his nose after was cute. Gods, she was so screwed.

Though, the sound of his voice brought her back to reality, and okay yeah, that was a pretty understandable reason to be stressed. It seemed like the whole situation was eating at him in a way that it wasn't at most people. Sure Hazell had enough sense to be worried about the situation, but she didn't have the whole camp looking to her for guidance over it. Now that he mentioned it though, yeah, there were a couple of people in the crowd of undead who seemed like they came straight out of ancient Greece.

She wanted to say something in agreement, because clearly the undead didn't just so happen to land on their door step by accident, but it seemed almost wrong to break the silence. Like she would be considered rude for interrupting Ari's train of thought or something. So she waited, not knowing for what until he spoke again.

Hazell looked up to him, trying to get a gage on what was going through his mind before saying, "No, it sounds like a reasonable idea. We've got no idea why or how they're here, so it'd be for the safety of everyone to keep them away until we know they're not a threat." At least that's how Hazell saw it, others though, "Just be careful. Some of the "undead" are familiar faces and people might take it.. personal if you imply they're dangerous."

Allegra

Okay. That was it.

Those were fighting words.

Her head and shoulders began to sizzle. She didn't care that he was some scared little shrimp that locked himself in his room because he was afraid of this world, she was going to beat him to a pulp.

She wrenched her ratchet out of place, and she turned around and raised it. But as she fixed her eyes on the boy, she couldn't help but laugh at his pathetic form on the grass. She lowered her arm. It seems there wasn't any need to teach him a lesson anymore.

"That's a good boy, Cerberus."

The dog came prancing back to her, and rubbed his head against her awaiting palm, licking it.

She gave Casper her attention one last time. "You can buzz off now, before you make a fool of yourself once more." She turned her back to him, thinking he wasn't worth it.

Krystal, Sunny, Grayson, and Luke

"Yo. You're not thinking of bolting the hell out of here, are you?" A very pretty, petite Asian that reached to Dagan's chest craned her head in his way and blocked his vision. She had glossy black hair that spilled over her shoulder like cascading waters; it must've reached all the way to her butt. She had plump red lips like she had been kissed by roses, and dark, almost black almond-shaped eyes with milky soft skin, not a blemish in sight, but the cute beauty mark that dotted her left cheek. She had no idea how close to the truth she was. She yawned, covering her mouth. "You better not. You won't make it far." And stretched. "Artemis, I'm so tired…" Her lips smacked together. "I need man's greatest creation: coffee." She has busted an all nighter helping the Apollo kids settle all these new kids in and check them for any wounds, while also questioning them. All this working and she had lost track of time. It was almost morning, dawn must be emerging any time soon.

Her eyes glide over him. "Well, you look worse for wear compared to the others. What happened to you? You look like you had a run-in with a minotaur. You okay?"

Behind her, the Apollo kid was anxiously apologizing to Krystal for riling her up. He didn't mean to. It was just a simple question. He didn't think that was going to trigger her.

He decided to shut his mouth and just do his job instead.

Taking out a flashlight, he asked Krystal to look up at the pen in his hand, as he flashed light in her eyes to check them, and then her mouth. Only, it didn't go as planned.

The instant the pen in his hand brightened her eye, she freaked out, quickly pushing away from him. In the midst of her freak out, she dropped a rolling table with medical utensils on them, as she pushed as far back to a wall as she could. In her hand, she held a scalpel, pointing it at the boy, threateningly. "What kind of sorcery is THAT? Back! Back away!"

Immediately, the boy and other campers had stood up. Sunny included.

"Oh shit," Sunny said.

The Apollo boy raised his hands defenseless. "It's okay. It's okay. It's just a flashlight, see?" He clicked it, and it illuminated. "It's not going to hurt you. Promise." He takes a step towards her, which was a big mistake.

Krystal's chest was rising up and down erratically. Her heart was pounding loudly in her chest, and all these foreign things--people--era--were really getting to her. And him getting closer was the last straw. "I said GET BACK!" She swung.

The boy hissed and held his hand. "Ow!"

She cut him. His palm was bleeding. And he was also distracted by it.

She took that opportunity to run.

Making a dash for the door, she avoided campers as she ran out into the night.

Throughout that whole ordeal, Grayson remained where he was, watching. He sighed and shook his head.

Meanwhile, Luke stood up to help, but got a sword pointed at him for just moving.

"No. You stay put."

He raised his hands, showing he was no threat, and sat back down on his bed. Wow… was this how this camp treated their guests?

"I just wanted to help," he said, "nothing else."

"Crap," Sunny said. "We should really have someone go after her before she hurts anyone else…" But they didn't have cellphones or anything like that to advise the others outside of the cabin to watch out for a crazy girl with a scalpel running loose like some psychotic Michael Myers. "We got a whole cabin of engineers, and none of them think to make safe cellphones or walkie talkies." She's standing around thinking of what to do. Certainly she couldn't go after the girl. There was no way she could take her on one on one. She was like a ferral greek monkey.

Roan, Floyd, and Cleo

They had finally arrived.

Older Hazel was instructing Frank to dock the ship nice and gently.

The ship glides into the water. The sea parting to take them in. Waves splashing. Seagulls squawking.

It was still dark, but the sky was beginning to gray, indicating that dawn was afoot.

The ocean was clouded by fog, making the water seem murky.

Up ahead, the legionaries could see demigods awaiting their arrival with torches, waving them in.

"Whoa! This is Camp Half-Blood? It's so beautiful!" Cleo's helmet fell over her eyes and she moaned, trying to lift it, but Roan rested his arm over it, intercepting her attempts.

"Yeah. But it holds nothing to our camp. Ours is number one."

"Since when did you care who has the better camp?" Floyd came to stand beside them to stare at the view.

Roan shrugged. "Since I made one my humble abode."

"So the scenery has nothing to do with it?"

"Pfft! Should it? I'm more than enough reason."

Floyd shook his head and decided walking away from this narcissist was the best idea.

Cleo couldn't take it anymore. "Roan!" she whined. "Get off!" She bent her knees to give herself space from him. "You jerk!"

Aella

It was on the way to the infirmary that she realized how easy this was gonna be. Her and Grayson blended in easily and coming in with a whole herd of people meant that they were less likely to be questioned individually. It was a perfect plan, but she expected no less from her mentor.

She'd be lying if she said she wasn't amused by the chaos unfolding around them. Some of the returned demigods were clearly not from this time. Not in the way Grayson was ancient, but in a way that meant they were still stuck in their own century. Watching that woman attack one of the medics for using a flashlight was definitely entertaining to say the least. At least it made being stuck here a little less boring. Last thing Aella needed was was to get restless while trying to keep a low profile.

Allegra and Sienna

Allie was one of those people, as her hair stopped flying all over the place from all the wind the idiot was causing.

Her hair was tangled like someone had ruffled it, or she just finished having the best sex of her life. She combed it down with a scowl. "Fucking weirdo…"

She didn't bother going after him. Why would she? It's not like they were friends. Plus, he pissed her off enough not to give a damn. He was a paranoid little fool that also appeared to be mentally unstable. Oh hell yeah, she was minding her own business. She went back to work patting her dog's head again. "Go fetch me another screw, yeah?"

The dog gleefully barked and pranced off to go get it.

Meanwhile, Sienna had seen everything, and she didn't like what she saw.

She went after Casper to check up on him. He didn't seem to be okay. She just wanted to make sure he was okay, and he didn't do anything to himself.

"Hello?" She moved branches out of her way. "Casper?"

Nate and Sunny

Nate had been checking Aella for any wounds. "You don't seem to have any wounds," the Apollo boy said, when the commotion started, and he glanced up.

"What's happening?"

"What happened is that one of the Ressurected ran away," Sunny projected.

"I-I'll go after her. It was my fault she got away," one of his brothers said.

"You sure?" He looked shaken, Nate observed. He came over to pat his brother on the shoulder. "I'll go with you. The more people out there the better."

Sunny agreed. "I'll ask and see if we could get a small platoon to go and search for the girl. Don't move," Sunny said lastly to Dagan. Then left.

For now, Nate waited there. He sighed as he sat back down. "What a crazy day," he said. They hadn't had something like this happen, well, ever.

Sienna

Sympathy flooded her when she found him curled in a ball under a tree. He looked so small and vulnerable, like a little boy lost in the woods that got separated from his mommy.

She didn't know what that felt like, but she did know how it felt to be hated for being born, by someone that was very close to her father that rejected her so much, they tried to kill her. And that hurt, so she could only imagine what he was going through.

She crouched down beside him. "Oh, Casper… why are you sorry? You don't gotta be. I won't hurt you, or say anything bad to you. I was just checking on you… I wanted to make sure you're okay…"

Sienna

Siena's head recoiled. "Now why would I do that?" She softens. "Do I really look like the kind of person that would bully an innocent person?" Yeah, people thought she was a self-centered bitch, because she's a loner with some skills, and her daddy is Zues, but she never felt like her older siblings. She wasn't ambitious as they were when they were her age. Bold and powerful and strong. They had stories that would live on for ages, revered by all, while she—she only wanted to go back to that small pastry store by the doc, with her mom and uncle and act like the world was still normal and simple.

It went silent between them, as she listened to the boys sniffles and whimpers.

Then she said, "I don't want you dead…"

Sienna

"Cas…" She didn't know much of this boy. She just knew rumors that she heard floating to her ears in the wind. She didn't like what some people said. It's not like it's his fault. There's a reason he's the way he is. He's been hurt too many times. He's grown to accept that people are corrupt, people will never like him, and he deserves what's coming to him, and that's just not true. She reaches out a hand to place on his shoulder, ebbing off a light, like a soothing melody. She says, "But then you'd get your wish, and you'd be forever alone… isn't that sad? I don't think you want to be alone. Not really, right? I think you just want to be accepted… and you will be. You'll leave your mark in this world, a better—brighter one. Just you wait."

Aella

The urge to roll her eyes was so strong. She could've just told him that herself if all he was gonna do was give her a once over. It was fine anyways because in the next instant the son of Apollo checking her over was also distracted by the chaos.

"Crazy for you? Or crazy for the apparently undead person who just woke up in the 21st century?" she indulged, staring at the healer with a raised eyebrow and bored golden eyes.

Aricles

Ari nodded at Hazel's response to his question, she had valid points in his plan to isolate the Resurrected. It wasn't going to be forever, just enough to assess the situation and make sure they are who they are and that they aren't a danger to the camp and the inhabitants. He knows others would be resistant to the idea but they needed to have precautions and be wary of this unprecedented miracle that apparently happened.

He took a deep breath and sighed loudly. "I'm not thinking they're dangerous. I'm saying they could be puppets and they might not even know it. This could be a Trojan Horse and we're just letting them set up the trap with ease." he replied evenly, his troubled expression shifting into annoyance when a high, screechy voice made itself known. Announcing the arrival of Rory.

The Child of Ares turned to look at the other camper with a sour look. probably wondering how she appears whenever he is about to make a big decision for the camp.

"It's only going to be for a week, Fleurette. I don't plan to keep them in isolation forever. Just enough to make sure they aren't sleeper agents or enemies when they get their memories back. They aren't going to be prisoners of war or anything like that. They'll be treated like any camper here, with respect and decency. I should get some of my siblings to start putting up tents and cots for them." he answered Rory, looking away as he began to plan out what he should do. Breakfast as well, he just hoped they were craving bacon rather than brains.

He looked sharply towards the infirmary tent when he began to hear yelling and shouting and didn't hesitate to rush forward to see what was going on.

Dagan

Dagan jerked back when he heard a new voice, his eyes wide like he was a deer caught in headlights. Or rather, being found out so soon he was planning to make a run for it. He opened his mouth open and shut, trying to figure out what to say to the new nurse lady that looked like she was ready to fall asleep right at his bed.

What was he going to say? That he didn't belong? That he has to get out of here before he's found out and thrown into the street.

"It...it was something scaly," he answered, unsure of what they did get attacked by when they arrived. He clutched his backpack closer to him when the lady that was staring at him being to yell around. He watched as the girl lashed out in fear, the whites of her eyes visible with her terror.

Once the strange girl left to go deal with that, he swung in his legs over the edge of the bed and swung his bag on his back. With the commotion of the people chasing after the escapee, he went towards the opposite way, crawling under the tent line and into the cool crisp coolness of the morning air.

He took a moment to take a deep breath, clutching his leg as pain shot up towards his hip and down to his foot when he jostled the wound. When he opened his eyes and looked forward with determination, he was going to get out of here, dammit.

Hazel

Ari was well spoken and composed and Hazel had to give him credit for being both this early in the morning. Given that she was having a conversation with the most attractive camper in camp, she was proud of herself for doing as well as she was, but of course their conversation had to be cut short.

Hazel crossed her arms and did her best to keep her face neutral no matter how annoyed she felt. Not only did the blonde loudly interrupt her conversation with Ari, she also spoke only to him, as if Hazel wasn't even there. A sarcastic comment rested on the tip of Hazel's tongue, and just as her resolved weakened, a loud commotion came from the infirmary-- where all the undead people were.

Ari ran and Hazel didn't really hesitate before following him.

Sienna

Sienna shook her head. "Percy Jackson lived a long time, and so did many of his friends. That just proves that demigods can live longer lives." She clenched her fist in front of her. "I believe that. The adults will show us the way." They had to. She had to believe that, because if they didn't, then...she would never be able to live with her mother in peace…

Nate and Grayson

Grayson snorted.

"Point taken," said Nate. He wracked his fingers through his gold tresses. He must have done it at least fifty times by now that his hair was beginning to gravitate to the ceiling of the cabin they were in. He was tired, and like the other campers, unhinged.

What did this mean? The dead coming to life.

Was this a gift bestowed by the gods? Or an omen?

Camp Half-Blood's oracle and the Roman's Augur were looking into it. There were more maimed stuffed animals in the Temple of Jupiter than any of the Romans had seen, but still there was no positive feedback yet. Granted, it hasn't been more than five hours since the ressurected—well, ressurected.

Footsteps approached, and Sunny returned with Will.

"We got people to start searching," she informed the other demigods that were part of the camp. "They're spreading the word about the missing gir—where's the boy?"

"Boy?" Nate blinked and looked where she's looking. "What boy?"

"The boy, Nate. The one I told you to watch. Ugh!" Sunny put her palm to her face, and her closed eyes pinched and wrinkled from the pressure she put into them. "How could this happen…"

"There's another person missing?" Will inquired.

"Yes." Sunny didn't want to answer, but she had to.

"We have to find them both quickly. Until we know for sure what this means, we cannot leave none of the ressurected unattended," Will took control of the situation. "Quickly, let the others know. I'll take care of things here."

"Yes sir."

Sunny ran out thinking what a drag this was. She hated exerting herself more than she had too. The most she liked to do is walk at her own pace to wherever she has to go. Not run. She wasn't going to make it far before she quit, and walked to the nearest person.

Krystal

She had run out with no idea where she was going. The only thing she had wanted was to get away. Now that she had got out, she was by the beach with her hands on her thighs, bent over, panting. She wasn't debilitated, she was freaking out, so close to hysteria.

This was not the world she was expecting to come into.

It was too much.

It was getting to her.

Just how much has changed?

The ocean and the dawn were a canvas before her, but she could not focus on it. She could not focus on anything. Everything was moving too fast, her vision was swimming. Sweat pallets her skin, chilling it. Her heart hammers in her chest, and for a moment that's all she can hear.

But the ocean, she tells herself, the ocean never changes... it remains the same... And, surprisingly, the reassures her. Sand digs in between her toes, as she takes a step towards the shore.

Roan, Floyd, and Cleo

The ship docked, and a gangway allowed Roan, Floyd, and Cleo to disembark from the ship.

Roan had his hands out like an archangel descending from heaven. "Worry no longer, Camp Half-blood, for I have arrived," he said like a condescending idiot with his nose raised to the air. Some of the campers were surveying him like what the Aphrodite was he on? Ambrosia. Had to be.

A female from the Hermes cabin swooned and batted her lashes with a dreamy sigh.

Floyd shakes his head and puts his face into his hands with a groan. "Don't say that like you've got the answers for their problems."

"But I am the answer to all their problems."

"Ceres," Floyd substituted for a curse word, "I hope you fall in a ditch somewhere."

Cleo was screaming internally with a smile plastered on her face. She was nervous as heck. She thought she better not fuck this up. She was representing Camp Jupiter after all. She said that, but these Greek demigods were intimidating as hell.

Holy Neptune…!