PJO Oneshots

Camp Half Blood 2094

MY CHARACTER IS NAMED ELIZABETH BECAUSE I FORGOT THATS MY PEN NAME AND I REFUSE TO CHANGE IT NOW BECAUSE IM TOO TIRED.

Okay, I was struck by inspiration and had to write this. If you're more interested in this concept (but not particularly the character) you should search the hashtag #chb2094 on tik tok. theres a series of videos that follow this concept (which is not mine btw, but i did make up Elizabeth). Its a really cool concept actually and is based off the premise that everyone except about 30 halfbloods died of corona virus in 2094. Its about them surviving and finding camp and whatnot. While i was watching videos under said hashtag, I was struck with inspiration because no one had done a legacy yet and i refuse to believe a Jackson didn't survive. That bloodline will never die.

So enjoy my late night impulse story writing skills.
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Hi, my name is Elizabeth Jackson, and if you're watching this i'm probably dead. Or at camp half blood. Or, more likely, dead.

If the name Jackson rings a bell, wow you're really old. Just kidding, but it barely ever does for anyone except my campmates. If it rings a bell, you're thinking of my grandfather, Percy Jackson. Or Annabeth Jackson. Take your pick.

Apparently, according to Literally Everyone Ever, they were like some kind of gods around camp. The old camp actually. The new one's in Virginia, which coincidentally is where my grandma resided for a good chunk of her life. It wasn't that far from Long Beach, so it seemed like a good option.

Anyway, they were some sort of gods there. Well, not gods, because all the gods are dead. But, coincidentally they are too.

They were legends, bottom line. And, even better, so were my parents, Charlie Jackson and Halley Grace-Jackson.

Percy and Annabeth went through Tartarus, fought in multiple wars, and a bunch of other shit I can't count on my fingers. Mom and Dad went on a multitude of quests, and were basically Percy and Annabeth 2: electric boogaloo. Heck even my aunt Silena kicked some ass in her day.

What did I do? Almost die of a freaking virus.

I'm a legacy of Zeus, yet I almost succumbed to a respiratory virus. Pathetic.

Now that i'm alive and well (shoutout to Maddie for healing me with her Apollo voodoo), i'm expected to be just like them. I'm expected to know how to, like, save everyone.

I honestly am not looking forward to the day everyone realizes how pathetic I am.

The day I stop getting invited to counselor meetings is the day I hightail it outta that camp. Maybe that would be best anyways. Lord knows I can't save them. I can't even save myself from GERMS. Maybe that should have told them something.

Well, we've established a couple things already.

1. Camp Half Blood is horrible at reading signs
2. I'm a loser, and
3. The gods are dead.

I guess I should tell you why the gods are dead, and why a camp of thirty is resting on my shoulders.

The virus. The coronavirus, as it's supposed to be called. (I can see grandma shaking her head right now. Sorry Annie.) It wiped out the entire planet, save a couple humans and around 30 demigods. The gods are dead, as per the fact there is no one left to remember them. They faded without such as a goodbye to their kids. It was sad, really. Lily cried a lot.

But you become numb soon enough. You get used to the silence.

Well, there's not really silence at camp, not truely. There's always swords clashing. People talking. Preparing for something that may never come to pass.

That's why I like the Path. Because it is silent.

Maybe that's why I didn't hear the screaming

ooh cliffhanger (i might do a part two i haven't decided)
- lizzy