Fear (Percy Jackson crossover with The Walking Dead)

Chapter six

HELLOOOOOOOOOO! IM BACK IM READY I AM RECHARGED! I really had a horrible writers block so I decided to write poems to bring it back (I wrote like ten really long poems) I might turn them into stories with each line being a short chapter when I get to a good point in this fanfic. You know the drill I'm going to be posting an announcement after this chapter so please enjoyyyyyy. I love you guyssss.

Nico:

Looking at the hand that was holding mines I looked up at the woman who introduced herself. From what I could see she had bangs and long black hair. She slightly pulled my arm signaling that she wanted to help me up. Standing up I introduced myself.

"My name is Nico DiAngelo."

"What are you doing alone hun?" The woman, Lori who squatted down so that she was talking to me, questioned with worry.

"I- I don't know I-," looking down I remembered that I couldn't say much about what I was doing before I was knocked out so I told the very vague truth. "I was talking with one of my friends when I heard screaming, the next thing that I knew, Hershel was sitting beside me."

Lori:

Realizing that Nico was alone I pulled him in for a hug and stood up.

"We're going to take you with us and that's final." I said trying not to cry. Nico pulled away from me.

"Ms. Lori I'll be ok by myself," he said stepping back. I could hear someone walking up behind me.

"Nope not allowed," I turned around to see Rick. "You're coming with us whether you like it or not, we're going to take care of you from now on," Rick reached out and put his hand on Nico's head.

Nico:

I looked up at the man and woman. Why do they want to take care of me so bad? Their son is right there. I have to get back to my friends to make sure that they're ok.

"Mr. Rick, I have to find out what happened to my friends I can't stay with you."

"You can look for your friends while you're with us, it's not safe for you to be alone and that's final," He said.

Ms. Lori put her hand on my shoulder and started to lead me towards the group. I've decided that for now I'm not going to try to run away just yet. Something tells me that I need to be with them for a while.