She heard a chorus of howling behind her, and she broke into a run. She had to get away from them. Away from the wolves that had been trailing her since that day. She cursed, hearing heavy paws hit the concrete. 

Erika hid behind the dumpster, almost gagging at the rancid smell it produced. She hoped it would mask her smell. The teenager peered from around the side of it, only to be met with the face of a growly wolf. Its eyes were bright blue. There was something magical and unforgiving about those eyes. 

Erika squeaked and ran, but she knew she couldn't outrun a wolf. 

"Better make a distraction then..." She mumbled, pulling off her ratty sneaker. Erika threw the sneaker right at the wolf, hitting it point-blank on the muzzle. It growled, shaking its muzzle. She took that opportunity to run.

She could hear it pounding after her, and Erika knew she didn't stand much chance against a somewhat mutant wolf.

Suddenly, reed music filled the air, causing her to slow. It was so peaceful and relaxing. She wanted to lie down and take a little nap. Why was she even running? Her memory felt so sluggish-

Then something yelled in her mind to wake up. Her eyes snapped open and started running again. Her senses were quite alert, and she noticed somebody running towards her. Instinctively, she stepped aside and pushed their arms behind their back in one swift move.

"OW! Chill, Eri! It's me!" The person bleated. It was so familiar so she let go. 

"Clover? What are you doing here? HOW are you here? This is America!" The teenager yelped, upon seeing her old friend's face. She looked him up and down and stifled a scream at his legs.

"Why do you have DONKEY LEGS?" She asked, her face considerably pale.

"GOAT legs. No time to explain!" He yelled grabbing her grubby hand in his clean one. He ran, and she could barely keep up with how fast he was going. She nearly fell over ten times on the course of their run.

They made it to a strawberry truck. It took her a few moments to decipher the words on the truck. They floated around at wouldn't stay still.

"What the flip are we gonna do in a strawberry truck? Smoosh strawberries into the wolves' eyes?" She groaned.

"No. That is our ride."

"To where?!"

"Camp Half-blood, now get in the effing car!'

She heard a chorus of wolf howls and decided she'd rather be kidnapped than torn apart by wolves. Erika threw open the door, her wild sandy blonde hair flowing behind her momentarily. 

A blonde-haired man sat at the driver's seat. He looked relatively normal until she realised he had eyes all over him. She stifled a scream and clutched the seat tightly. They took off, driving through traffic and such in the roads. 

After a long hour, they made it to strawberry fields. Erika almost fell asleep again, the adrenaline had drained from her body. She yawned and opened the door sluggishly.

Clover squirted her with water from a spray bottle, and she flinched. She blinked the water aggressively from her eyes.

"Why'd you do that?" She asked, pouting slightly. 

He snickered and said, "You looked as if you were going to pass out at any moment."

She sighed and rubbed her eyes. They made their way through the strawberry fields and Erika found herself facing two columns which supported a slab-ish sort of sign.

Clover cocked a smile. 

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood'