Simon
A labyrinthine network of shops and boutiques specializing in weaponry and armor. The district is a bustling marketplace filled with the clinking of armor, the hum of enchanted weapons, and the presence of those adorned in battle regalia.
Minnie
To most people, Conner Donnelly was a nobody. He passed through the streets of Olympian without a face, blending into the crowds under a hood that partially covered his face. Anyone who ventured to take a second glance didn't see anyone special, and he wasn't a familiar face. He didn't have his likeness sculpted into the marble statues adorning the street corners or the fronts of fancy buildings. There were no paintings of him in the art galleries or museums. No one knew who Conner Donnelly was, and he wanted to keep it that way. 

Under the guise of "Conner," He could come and go as he pleased. Slip in and out godly districts and buildings without being noticed. Keep an eye on areas of interest without being suspicious. Enter Athena's Academia without so much as an alarm being sounded. It was necessary for him, considering he had been training under Athena's tutelage ever since Jessie's death, learning how to use ancient, godly weapons rather than the mundane guns of the mortal world. 

No one realized that it was Alexios, the Son of Zeus and Champion of Mortal Realm that walked through the Armory District in Ares Heights. If they had, they might have stopped him for whatever reason; he was more famous than he wanted to be, but such was the price of the life he now lived. 

He was just existing a weaponry shop when he noticed the deep shadows crawling up the sides of buildings, blanketing first the streets, then the monuments, then the tallest buildings until the entire city was shrouded in darkness. Blue eyes trailed up to the sky where the sun was stolen by shadows. The only light that pierced the veil were the street lamps and the fluorescents that shined through the windows of businesses. But even those weren't strong enough to illuminate the streets.

Then came a scream. 

Conner's attention snapped in that direction, but his eyes couldn't find the source. 

The another scream. 

And another. 

What followed was a stampede of bodies running in all directions but one, confused and lost and searching for a safe place. They were all running from the same area, so Conner decided to focus on what was happening there. His hood fell away as he charged toward the darkness, reaching back to draw his sword from its sheath. His mortal mask fell away and he became Alexios as he prepared to defend those in need. He stopped only when the army of fleeing citizens seemed to end, and waited to see what it was they ran from. 

Stumbling under a street light came his first view of the culprit - a crooked mess of a man who looked human from a distance, but Conner realized quickly that there was something wrong. Following the crooked man was a woman with a limp, who was dragging her foot along the sidewalk as if she couldn't feel it. And that's when he knew. 

Hades had risen the dead.
Shirley
Achilles felt something was wrong, the air felt... Heavy and smelled of death as he moved towards the city, something was wrong. His horse let out a sound of distress, the demigod knew something was wrong, something was happening in the city of gods and mortals. He let out a soft yah, and rushed his horse towards the city that he hasn't seen in years. 

It was a nightmare, as mortals screamed in fear running away from monsters no not monsters... The undead was alive. He cursed under his breath as he pulled out a tube that extended into his spear, and began to race through the street. His horse charged into the undead, as he cut off their head as they passed by. Trying his best to attract their attention away from the living. Which was working, as a group of them remained on their tail as they kept running through the streets. 

Achilles knew these streets, even as they changed in time, he went through alleyways he remembered. Achilles was no fool he couldn't save everyone but he can save the few he can as he passes them. Shouting to go into their homes and lock the doors. Remain inside. As he rode, his plan was to head to the armory, to get men to help with this madness. He rode hard and fast.

_ _
The screams echoed the streets, of those he couldn't save, pleads of safety and help in the distance. 

Achilles would help few that come in his path but most would be left for dead. He hated it, he hated this, but war and death wasn't something new to him. He has seen men die for less, men die for more. The gods must be laughing, enjoying the mortal sadness and despair. His hood remains, his face still covered, his mind full of fear and worry of what to come. 

His horse let out a hey, as Achilles noticed something ahead, he was entering Ares district, and spotted a creature in his way. He lifted his spear and threw it through the air towards it and pierced it, but the creature remained standing as he scratched at his horse, freaking the war horse out and knocking Achilles off. "Fuck-" He groans, he quickly got up and whistle for the horse to return home. He got where he needed to be so he could walk the rest home.
Minnie
The darkness was thick and oppressive, rendering street lights almost completely useless except as an eerie spotlight. When a zombie walked underneath, the foggy haze made them look like demonic shadows ambling toward their targets. Cracking fingers reached from the darkness, grabbing onto anything - anyone - they could reach and yanking them back into it. 

Alexios was doing what he could to buy innocent people time to escape. He cut down every zombie that came across his path - lopping off heads, putting bullet holes in their brains, smashing their skulls into solid walls. A few people started helping him, inspired by his will to fight. Some fell in battle beside him while others were dragged into the darkness screaming. Alexios tried to save them, but there were too many things going on at once. Too many zombies to fight and too many people to save. 

"Get inside!" He shouted, ushering everyone toward the armory since it was the closest building to them right then. Those unable to escape could be barricaded inside until more help came; he didn't want to lose anyone else. 

But how long would this madness go on?

As the last person ran through the doors of one of the buildings, Alexios turned to stand against the oncoming horde. It suddenly hit him how many there were. Endless amounts of undead poured from the darkness, impossible to tell which direction they would come from next. They all moved toward him - slow and steady, but focused on their singular target. 

That was until he heard the screech of a horse's whinny, then a crash before he saw the silhouette of the creature gallop by without a rider. He rushed toward the noise, shoving an undead man out of his way as he broke through the crowd. The zombies continued to turn to follow him, drawn to him because he was a demigod or just the first moving target they could find, he wasn't sure. 

He found the rider by chance while running toward the sound of a whistle. "Hey! The streets are overrun, let's get you inside!"