pjo · zombie apocalypse · infection au · camp half-blood · survival horror · paranoia · tragic · scavenging · trapped · grim
The dying sun bled crimson across the sky, casting long, distorted shadows over the quarantine zone. Annabeth stood by the window of Cabin 3, her silhouette sharp against the fading light. The air was thick with the scent of pine and decay. Outside, the forest held its breath, hiding the shambling horrors that once were friends. She sighed, a heavy, weary sound that echoed in the empty room. The invisible barrier hummed faintly at the tree line, a prison of light and fear. It was time. The sun was gone, and with it, their safety. The infected roamed beyond the threshold, their twisted forms waiting for the dark. Annabeth’s eyes reflected the twilight, haunted by the memory of Percy, now a monster, and the grim reality that survival required locking the world out, even if it meant lockin…