Elaine
***Gone was the usually sunny, bright day in Olympian. Clouds seeming to overlook the sky now, casting a dark shadow that matched the fear and tension in the air. For Calliope, she had been working in the forge since the early morning. Once the afternoon had rolled around, she decided to head out to get something for her and Hephaestus to have for lunch. It was when she was inside the nearest cafe chaos had ensued. She had only just met her father, and come to know the truth of her life and that of the city around her. Gods lived amongst the demigods and humans, taking on forms that looked like any average person. The revelation alone had come as a shock to her, but she was far from prepared for what was taking place. The dead... The dead now roamed amongst the living. Some seeking their vengence and attacking whoever they can. Others... Looking to find their loved ones they wish they had more time with. Callie had promised her father she would be back at the forge, but that wouldn't happen.***

***She had meant to send him a quick message, but the cafe had been raided by the undead. Humans and demigods alike running about to escape them. Calliope herself, dropped the food she had and bolted out into the streets. Fear instantly overtaking her senses, adrenaline rushing through her veins at the need for survival. Though she was a demigod, she was far from experienced in fighting them off. She was grateful for the pocketknife she kept on her at all times, knowing eventually it would come in handy. Her head darted back and forth, her feet carrying her as fast as she could from those attacking. She had come close a few times, shoving a few out of her way. Having forgotten her own strength, she sent some of them flying to the ground. She couldn't think straight, too much had been happening as it was... And now this happens.***

***Calliope found herself an alley, ducked behind the trash the businesses kept outside for pick up. Her back resting against it as she did her best

To calm her nerves. Moments ago, she had been cornered by a group of angry souls. Those who sought to bring more discord and mayhem through harm. Her knife had been useless, and there were far too many around her. She had been outnumbered... Until someone had come to help her. She was grateful for it... Other than the attitude he seemed to carry with him. She had found shelter with him, but he went off. And so did she, to try to make her way back to the forge. Having wandered much farther away from it as she had wanted to. She wasn't exactly sure which part of town she was in, she didn't recognize her surroundings. Or maybe it was the sheer panic in her body that kept her from any rational thinking. How could this happen? How is it the dead have come back... To life? She asked herself this over and over again as she remained hidden and seated. Her ears perked up for any noises coming her way.***

***Another thought had crossed her mind. If the dead were now back on this earth...,would that mean her mother was too? Was she wandering aimlessly through the streets of Olympian looking for her daughter? Or was she still in the underworld? Calliope held little knowledge on how the underworld worked, would the souls who found their peace remain there? It was a hard concept for her to grasp. As much as she longed to see her mother, she knew that her leaving would only break her more. Callie had said her goodbye, she didn't want to have to do it again. Shaking her head slightly, she focused back on the present now. She clenched her knife tightly in her hand, her backpack she always carried with her rested besides her on the ground. Her heart thundering in her chest, body tensed and alert more than ever. She was scared, terrified more than ever now. It was too quiet other than the occasional sound of someone passing by... Who it was she wasn't sure. She wouldn't find out. Each footstep only made her jolt.***
Laurie
Pan has just gotten out of the mess that was the Cabaret, his suit was ruined, torn as the zombies piled in. The god was not having a good time. He hated dealing with undead, and had felt weak from his excessive use of his powers. At one point findings garbage and throws up blood inside, wiping his bloody mouth and moving off. Needing to keep going to get to Athena, especially after the call. Pan hair was a mess. Athena would have the answer, should know what to do. 

Pan took a breath as he kept walking, his hooves echoing the streets, it was clear, people having run away inside their homes or to safe spots within the city. Pan mentally was tired, so the illusion around him was weaker than normal, meaning many could see what he truly was. His hooves and horns are visible to the supernatural public much easier without pushing against him. Pan still held his weapon of choice, a Pool stick, if the god who caused this problem... Was gonna be the reason he was stuck in this situation, he may as well pay with weapons for him to defend himself with. 

He took a breath as he walked, he then noticed a few souls ahead of him. Making him pause, then smirk he needs to release some frustration. The reason many fear the wild, he whistled at the zombies in front of him the group turned to him. One growling before charging at Pan which Pan returned. Rushing at him, twirling the stick just right before jamming it straight into the creature's eye then kicking the monster a distance away into a car. Just as a second one shipped at him which he dogged, laughing. The god stumbled a bit, making him go Woah, before catching himself and moving out of the way of a bite. "Cute!"

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He calls out with a laugh, as the third zombie comes at him along with the second one. Both tag teaming him, as he twirls the pool stick, smacking their hands away from him. Looking around he tried to figure a way to help him. He groans as one swipes at him and hits him. He hissed looking at the wound before growling at the zombie. No longer going on the defensive, he charged forward. Using the stick to push the two zombies back as he yelled out, crashing them into a car nearby. He lifted one left and hit one in its stomach then punched the other in the face, trading blows as he trapped the monsters. Not noticing the one moving behind him till it jumped onto his back. He cries out and hisses, grabbing the zombie and throwing him off him as the zombie tore skin off with his teeth. 

Pan brought his hand up to the wound, it wouldn't kill him. Thankfully, as he stared at the 3 zombies as they looked ready to fight. Pan no longer having his stick was stuck fighting with his fist and horns. Pan cracked his knuckle, letting his true form slip away more, in his normal height, standing a couple of inches taller, towering the zombies. The wild gods' gold chains dangled along with gems, his hooves didn't look normal, more wooden than a goat. His hands grew fur moss that ran up to his forearm, the god roared loudly at the Zombies to cause panic and hesitation as Pan charged at them. He grabbed one slamming it to the ground and stomping down hard on its head with his hooves. As the other two zombies charged at him.

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Pan moved out of the way of one swiped at him which he kicked away into a car, he then charged at the other with his horns, his horns piercing into the zombie. It screamed out trying to free itself from Pan who just grabbed it's legs and began to pull. Tearing it apart, it kept screaming till silence. The god of the wild soaked in its blood as it turned to the last zombie that finally got off the car, twisted body. Pan growled, inhuman, as the too charged at each other then began trading blows with one another. The god of the wild, companions of Nymphs and Satyr was not a god so willing to back down. As he growled loudly, having grabbed the zombie head and slammed the creature into the car hood. Repeating till he finally felt it was dead. 

Pan panting, standing there bloody, from his own wound and from the zombies mixed together. Pan stared at nothing for a moment as he looked down at his bloody hands, the god was sure he would be fine. He needed to get to a safe pla- 

He paused and sniffed the air, smelling something. Someone was near, he turned his head one way then another before walking he then disappeared. Reappearing on the rooftop above where the demigod was, his form back to normal again, once again looking like a normal Satyr.
Francisco
***Calliope stiffened when she heard... Was it hooves? She couldn't necessarily tell what it was, or perhaps she had grown delirious from the adrenaline rushing through her veins. She believed to have heard hooves coming down the street, her head peaking out from where she hid. She couldn't see much, but she could hear each and every sound. It was dead quiet, the undead souls lurking about. Looking for those they can attack.*** 

***She kept her head poking out, getting a glimpse of the souls... And what looked to be a half man half goat. A satyr they called them, at least from what she remembered in her classes about mythology. She still hadn't grown too used to it. Her eyes widened as she listened to the fight ensuing, tucking herself back into her hiding place. Gods forbid she was caught by one of the souls, she had already escaped from one detrimental situation. She certainly wasn't looking for yet another to get herself into. Calliope cringed with each sound that rung out, the crunching and sloshing of flesh. The struggle that seemed to be put up, by which side she didn't know.*** 

***It was when the fight ended, she heard nothing but an eerie silence. She peaked her head out again, seeing the dead souls on the ground... Though they technically were already dead. Her green eyes looking out for whoever fought them off, but she didn't see much. It was as quiet as it had been before. Calliope rested back against the large trash can she had hidden behind, tilting her head up and physically relaxing.*** 

***Her eyes closed for a moment, chest rising and falling slowly as she took in deep breaths to calm her racing heart. When her eyes finally opened, she saw the figure of someone up on the roof. She instantly stilled in her spot, feeling frozen in place. Her hand instantly reaching for the knife she had on her, body inching away from its hiding spot. If it was what she thought, she would have to make a run for it. Or else, she would have to put up yet another fight for her
Laurie
Pan above her, looking down at her, like a devil from above as his horn visible in view and his hooves remained, he was slouched down. As he blinked slowly, his head tilted one way then another as he sniffed the air, smelling the demigod. He quickly realized the mortal noticed him. That was good, it means the girl had good eyes. He was unsure what to do, as he stared at her, remaining. He expected her to run but she remained, clutching her tiny mischief knife. Ah- she is moving.

His eyes watched her like a hawk from above as she moved, he was quick though, he knew he couldn't let her run into danger. He sniffed the air again and knew the undead was close. He knew it wasn't safe for her. He smiled slowly at her before disappearing from view and appearing at her next step. "I'm sorry," He says quickly, grabbing just a piece or part of her, taking any hit or damage she struck at him to bring her up to safety. He teleported her along with him, just as the undead turned down the alleyway. 

The god placed them on the rooftop, and moved away from the girl, raising his hand up. Knowing she probably didn't feel well from that trip. He stared over the ledge to see the undead snapping their teeth and sniffing the air. Trying to spot where the blood came from. Pan knew he was attracting them, and frowned a bit. He was annoyed, his nose started to bleed, as it normally did, but he knew he had one more try left. 

"Sorry about that, I had to get you out of there clutches before they got to yah. Pan" He says holding out his hand, "God of the Wilds, Rockstar extraordinary" He jokes gently not being too loud not wanting to attract any danger to them. "You have 3 questions, best ask them now or forever hold your peace. You got a safe place? Or you want me to take you to the safest place I know."
Francisco
***Calliope looked around frantically as he disappeared from her sight, squeaking in surprise and jumping away when he suddenly appeared right by her. Green eyes wide as she took him in... Horns and all. She was frozen in a state of shock, but quickly snapped out of it when he grabbed onto her. Swinging her knife in self defense... Definitely missing him though. She could barely catch his apology, their movements too fast for her to interpret. First she's in the alley and now on the roof alongside the stranger. Glancing down between the two, she stuttered as she spoke.*** 

"I-you just... How did you do that?" ***She demanded, cautiously taking his hand.*** "You just... We were just..." ***She trailed off, shaking her head.*** "Pan... God of the wilds... That explains the uhh horns and all. I- where did you come from?" ***She wasn't sure what to ask him, it was shock enough seeing the undead let alone now the god of the wild. How many of them lurked around?*** 

***Calliope did her best to clear her head, taking a deep breath and calming the shake that was in her limbs. It was all overwhelming, but she could hear the groans of the undead approaching from below... She was lucky he seen her. She would've once again been surrounded by them, and this time she was unsure if she would have even made it. She was lucky the last time, having realized her own natural strength that came with the blood running through her veins. Her green eyes rested on Pan now, her head nodding slowly.*** 

"Calliope, Calliope is my name. I- I am supposed to be back at my father's forge, but I do not know if that place is even safe anymore. We should... Go wherever is safest. Umm, do you know why this is happening? Because this is seriously freaking me out like everybody else is." ***She said calmly, taking deep breaths to keep herself that way.***