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Chapter 1: Viral Mutations

“Professor Membrane, you need to see this,” came the voice over the intercom in Membrane’s office. The Professor leaned over and pressed the button on the intercom and spoke into it. “What is it Simmons?” he asked his assistant. “You know that experiment we’ve been working on?” he asked the Professor. “Which one?” “You know the experiment.” Membrane realized what he was talking about at that point. “What about it?” he asked. “Well, I think you should see for yourself.” Simmons said.

Down in the labs Membrane was walking down the halls to the main laboratory. On his way there, Simmons, who looked slightly disheveled, met him. “Talk to me Simmons.” Membrane commanded his subordinate. “Well, we were running various tests on the different viral mutations. We went through about twelve different contagions. Chicken pox, pneumonia, flu, G.I., you name it. But we couldn’t find one that would mutate into anything useful.” Membrane turned his head and looked at his assistant. “Then if they all failed, why the hell did you call me down here?” he asked. “Well, we then tried the cancer virus and we got a very…unique reaction.” They reached the door to the laboratory, and Membrane scanned his hand to open the locked door.

Inside the laboratory was quite a panic. The scientists were either rushing about madly or looking into a room through a window. “Simmons, what is the reaction?” asked Membrane. “We injected it into the test subject, a man who had been locked away for the brutal murder of several innocent people. He didn’t react to it at first. But then his heart stopped and he just died.” Membrane looked at Simmons. “So that’s it?” he asked. “He just died.” “Well no.” Simmons said as they reached the window many other scientists were at. “After he was declared dead, he got back up. But, the strange thing was that his heart wasn’t beating, he wasn’t breathing. And his brain, it had developed a new lobe or something, it was…weird.”

Membrane looked down into the room some of the other scientists were looking into. The man in question was in the room thrashing about. Two other scientists were trying to restrain him. “Hold him down! Come on get him strapped down,” one of the scientists yelled to the other. The other scientist was trying his best to grab the thrashing man. The man on the other hand got the upper hand on the one scientist and grabbed his right arm, biting down into it like it was corn on the cob. “OH FUCK! GET THIS FUCKER OFF OF ME!” the scientist bellowed, pain shooting through his arm.

The other scientist immediately grabbed his colleague, trying to pry him from the man’s jaws. What happened next was gruesome and completely unexpected as a loud tearing sound emanated throughout the lab as a large chunk of flesh was torn from the scientists arm. “Jesus Christ. Get that man to the medic quick!” Membrane yelled at the scientists. The two in the room got out quickly, as the man simply began eating the fresh meat he had liberated from the scientists arm. “What the hell have we created?” Membrane said to himself.

The movie theater downtown had just let out the showing of the movie “Hellboy II: The Golden Army”. Two teens in particular stood out amongst the crowd. One had purple hair, and the other had green skin. Their names were Gaz, and Zim respectively, and they were on a date. “Dear God, that movie kicked so much ass!” Gaz said excitedly as they walked away from the theater. “I concur, even I, the mighty Zim, have to say that it was a very impressive movie.” Zim agreed with his girlfriend. Before we continue with the narrative, let me state something first. Zim…is an alien. Shocking, no? He was sent here by the leaders of his home planet Irk in the hopes he would die on the trip there.

Zim though was, well a little thick though most of his stupidity stemmed from his combination of egomania, vanity, ignorance, and insanity. However, after his long stay on Earth, his stupidity seemed to dissipate slowly over time. He seemed to understand things about Earth a bit more and didn’t seem to stick out as much anymore. He found out about a year ago that his mission was a lie. He spiraled into a crippling depression that seemed inescapable. That is until Gaz helped him out. Though she excused it as “missing his amusing spaz outs at school and that Dib wouldn’t stop talking about his sudden disappearance from school being that he was planning something diabolical.”

The two became close friends after that, something that annoyed Dib to no end. It didn’t help at all when Zim and Gaz both realized they had feelings for each other, and decided to begin dating. That was five months ago in May and Dib was against it like nothing else. He tried his best to convince Gaz that Zim was just using her to further advance his plans. This eventually escalated to a point where before Gaz left on her current date with Zim, she and Dib got into a bigger argument than they had had before then.

“All I’m saying Gaz is that he probably has some evil plan he’s concocted to trick you into trusting him so he could use you for experiments or something.” Dib told his younger sister. Dib had changed only a little over the years. He was now seventeen and stood at an impressive 6’ 1”. He still had an amazing obsession with the paranormal, which needless to say, still made him quite the social outcast. He had friends, though they were few and quite nerdy. Because of this, he was still treated the same...like shit.

He was still trying to expose Zim for the invading enemy he claimed he was. This leads us back to the situation mentioned earlier. “Dib can’t you just admit that you might just be jealous?” Gaz said to her older brother as she grabbed her wallet. She was in a black tube top with a black skirt. She also had on black and purple leggings and matching arm warmers, along with her signature skull pendant and combat boots. She stuck her wallet in her skirt’s pocket and affixed the chain to a belt loop on her skirt.

“Look Dib, I know that you may find this hard for you to believe, but, Zim’s changed. He’s no longer bent on taking over the Earth, and he is no longer as crazy as he used to be,” she told him, exasperated. Dib was growing agitated with his sister’s refusal to listen to him. “Listen Gaz, I will keep you from going on this date no matter what form of physical harm you threaten me with,” he told her irritably. That broke it. Gaz was livid with rage. She grabbed Dib by the collar of his shirt and slammed him into the wall. Despite being shorter in stature than her older brother, she was much stronger. “Listen and listen well Dib. Zim is done with invading. He doesn’t want this rock and even if he did why would you care?” she spat at him before he could answer though she continued. “And don’t give me that ‘but we should look out for the human race’ bullshit. Look at yourself Dib. Since when did the human race ever treat you in a way that would make you want to save it? Last time I checked, never. So just back the fuck off and leave me alone.”

She then grabbed her car keys and stomped out the door, slamming it behind her. This leads us back to the current discussion of the two teens. After talking about how much they both loved the movie, they both moved on to another subject. “I just wish that Dib wouldn’t be such an asshole about our relationship. He needs to just let go of the past and move on.” Gaz said to Zim. “Yes, I could see how this would be a problem.” Zim replied. Zim too had changed. He was now 6’ 3” and quite muscular. Though not exceedingly, he had a well toned build. He was wearing a t-shirt with a picture of Chuck Norris on it with the caption: “If I wanted your opinion, I’d beat it out of you.” He was also wearing jeans and a pair of Converse Chuck Taylor high tops, and of course his disguise of a wig and special contact lenses.

“It is in my opinion Gaz that your brother the Dib-stink seriously needs to get laid.” This caused her to laugh at her boyfriend’s statement. “Yeah, you’ve got a point. Though he’s got eyes for only one girl and he’s not even sure where the hell she is.” She was of course referring to Tak, an Irken girl who had tried to usurp Zim as the Earth’s destroyer. He had struck up a sort of friendship with the girl which, turned to infatuation and then love. His feelings for her apparently hadn’t changed despite what had happened. He had spent most of his time fixing her old ship up in an attempt to maybe find her. “I just hope he finds her.” Gaz said. “Maybe then he’ll lighten up a bit.” She and Zim had been walking to her car which they then boarded to drive back to the Membrane residence.

On the other side of town, the scientist who had been bitten earlier had returned to his home. After being bitten, he was raced to the medical ward where the other scientists had to graft new skin to his arm. Professor Membrane watched all of this from a window. “Are you sure that the disease is non-transferable?” Membrane asked. Simmons pushed his glasses back up on his nose. “Of course it isn’t Professor. We’ve been unable to coax it into the transferable phase so it’s safe to say that after the skin graft, Langley should be good to go,” he told the Prof. completely confident. Membrane looked down into the room. “I hope you’re right.”

That happened a half hour ago. Langley was now back in his apartment with his wife. “Are you sure you’re okay honey?” his wife asked. “I’m fine honey. My arm just itches like hell.” His wife sighed as she got into bed next to him. “Well I hope it’ll get better soon, we’ve got company coming over tomorrow.” Langley rolled his eyes. “Oh yes, your parents are coming over. I don’t see why we need to...” Langley stopped short. “Honey, I don’t want to hear any...honey?”

His wife looked at him with concern in her eyes. Langley fell off his bed onto the floor, convulsing. “Oh my God sweetie, are alright!?” she exclaimed to her husband. Almost as soon as they began, the convulsions stopped. Langley lay still on the floor next to the bed. “Sweetie, are you okay?” his wife asked softly. Slowly, Langley rose from the floor. “Oh thank God. I thought something was wrong with you.” Langley shuffled toward his wife with a vacant stare on his face. “Honey, what are you do...” Her voice was cut off by Langley biting into her throat and then ripping it out.

“Dib are you home?” Gaz shouted after entering the house with Zim. “I brought Zim home and now we’re going to go trash your room.” Still no answer came from Dib. “He must be out.” Zim said. Gaz spotted a note on the fridge she noticed hadn’t been there before. She grabbed it off of the door and read it. “Gaz, I’ve gone out for the night. I’m over at Craig’s house if you need anything. Love, Dib” She crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash. “Craig’s house huh? God, I don’t know what he likes about that guy.” Craig was the stereotypical fanboy. Obsessive, close minded, and annoying he embodied everything true nerds tried not to be.

“Well I guess it’s just us Zim. Zim?” Gaz looked around the kitchen, but didn’t see her alien boyfriend anywhere. “I’m up here.” Zim called from upstairs. Gaz ran up to the second floor looking for him. She found him in her room. “How did you get in here without triggering the security mechanism?” she asked astounded. Zim smirked, and boasted. “Pure child’s play my dear Gaz. I’ve dealt with mightier problems in Irken day care centers. Gaz rolled her eyes. “Is that so? Well I guess I’ll have to beef up the security then,” she said playfully.

“Besides, I just wanted to see your room.” Zim told her. Indeed, Gaz’s room was quite impressive. Posters for video games, comics, cartoons, and bands hung from the wall. She had a TV set up with cable, a DVD player, and several game systems. She also had a broadband accessible PC with a flat screen LCD monitor. Her bed was quite large, easily capable of holding two people. She also had several shelves lined with action figures and other toys.

“This is a really nice room Gaz.” Zim said. “Yeah I really like it. I’ve been meaning to get some more posters put up.” Gaz said to him. Zim wrapped his arms around Gaz from behind. “But it’s nothing compared to you my little demon seed,” he whispered into her ear. Gaz blushed and turned to Zim, looking up into his eyes. She removed his contacts and his wig. “I like it better without them,” she said. Their lips then met each other in a passionate kiss. Gaz’s soft, wet, bumpy human tongue, fought against Zim’s long, hard, smooth Irken tongue for supremacy.

They both collapsed backwards onto Gaz’s bed with Zim on top. “You know Zim. We’ve been dating for five months now. I think that’s long enough for us to have sex.” Gaz said. Zim looked at Gaz sternly. “Are you sure, Gaz? Sex is a big step in a relationship.” Zim said. “I know, but I think we’ve waited long enough. Besides, I know you love me and I love you. Plus, I’m really horny.” Gaz told him. Zim grinned. “Well then my little demon seed, let’s do it then.”

Zim then removed her boots tossing them on the floor. He then lifted one of Gaz’s legs and removed her legging with his teeth. He then licked the whole length of Gaz’s leg, causing her to moan in pleasure. He did the same with the other leg which made her moan even more. He then spread her legs and removed her panties. Dipping his head down, he gave her womanhood a lick, which sent waves of pleasure through her. He continued his licking for awhile until he had his fill.

Wiping his mouth he discarded of his shirt and pants along with the rest of Gaz’s clothing. He was about to remove his boxers but Gaz stopped him. “Let me return the favor,” she said to Zim. He nodded and lay back on the bed. Gaz removed his boxers, revealing his member. “Wow, you’re big Zim.” Gaz said impressed. She then went to work, wrapping her mouth around it and beginning to suck hard. Zim gripped the sheets as a wave of ecstasy swept over him. After a short while, Zim couldn’t take it anymore and burst, filling Gaz’s mouth.

“That was amazing. I can’t believe you did that.” Zim said. “Neither did I.” Gaz said wiping the edge of her mouth. Zim got back on top of Gaz. “Are you sure about this Gaz?” Zim asked his lover. “I’m sure Zim,” she replied. Zim nodded and then thrust himself into her. At once Gaz was filled with sensations of pain and ecstasy. She gripped harder on Zim’s back drawing purple blood from the scratch marks. As Zim thrust more into Gaz the pain began to ebb but not the pleasure. In fact, the pleasure increased greatly for both the teens.

“Oh, God Gaz. This is incredible.” Zim groaned out. “Zim...I love you so much.” Gaz groaned out in turn, her mind almost gone from the pleasure she was feeling. Zim leaned down and kissed her softly and began to massage each of her breasts as he continued to make love to her. “Zim, I think I’m close.” Gaz said to him. “Me too, Gaz,” he told her. The two then reached their climax together, shouting out each others names.

Zim collapsed off of Gaz, lying next to her. The room now reeked of sweat and sex, but the two teens were happy. Zim pulled the covers over the both of them as they lay together. “That was amazing.” Gaz said. “Who would’ve thought I would end up making love to an alien?” she said. Zim stroked a loose strand of hair out of her face. “You too were amazing little Gaz,” he said lovingly. They kissed and smiled at each other, until a horrifying thought hit Gaz. “Oh, fuck! Zim you didn’t wear a condom!” she yelled out as she sat up. “So?” said Zim nonchalantly. “So!? I could get pregnant Zim!” she yelled starting to get angry.

Zim chuckled, “Oh Gaz. There is something about Irken anatomy you must understand.” He too sat up and looked her straight in the eye. “You see Gaz, when my species began making Irkens artificially; we allowed them to be able to sexually reproduce. This was to make sure we would not all be clones of DNA in a constant state of decay. However, much like how our PAK’s sustain us therefore keeping us from needing to eat, the PAK also has an ability to let an Irken have sex without worrying about pregnancy. For amongst the Irkens, besides food sex is also a luxury, much like the ancient Greeks and Romans of your world. Only if an Irken wants to have children with its mate will the PAK override its programming and allow it to happen.”

Gaz didn’t know whether to feel disgusted, freaked out, or grateful. She eventually decided to feel grateful. “Well thank God. Cause no offense, but a kid’s not something I want right now.” Zim nodded in agreement. “Indeed. Now, let’s sleep. We’re obviously both tired.” Gaz had to admit, she was tired. She lay down next to Zim. Looking into his eyes, she could feel a sense of comfort that made her happy. “I love you Zim.” “I love you too Gaz.”

A cop was standing outside an apartment door, waiting for someone to arrive. The scene had already become a hot spot as a group of fellow tenants in the building, along with a newscaster and his cameraman were standing outside. The person the cop had been waiting for finally arrived, and the cop walked over to talk to him. “Chief Lambert, good to see you could make it.” The chief though was less than excited and it could be sensed. “Cut the fucking formalities, Frost. What are we dealing with?” Lambert asked.

Frost looked at the report he was given. “A uh, report of a domestic disturbance in apartment 314.” Lambert pinched his nose. “You mean to tell me, that I was woken up at four in the mother fucking morning to answer a domestic dispute!?” he bellowed. Frost was unphased. As a long time cop, he was used to dealing with Lambert’s outbursts. He straightened himself out. “Sir, the report said that sounds of a scuffle along with a gurgled voice came from the apartment. This could be a murder scene for all we know.”

Lambert looked his subordinate in the eye with a glare that could make lesser men soil themselves. “You better hope and pray you’re right Frost.” He turned to the other units around the door. “Kick the damn thing in!” he ordered. The units nodded with the one in front coiling his leg back and slamming it full force into the door. With a loud, thundering crack, the door gave way. The police went in looking around the apartment. Everything seemed in order, nothing out of the ordinary. Lambert and Frost walked in after them and looked around. This did nothing to relieve Lambert’s bad mood. “Are sure this wasn’t some prank call, Frost?” he asked. Before answering, a gurgling noise came from the bedroom door. One of the other cops heard it and went over to the door.

Looking at Lambert, the cop waited for the go ahead. Lambert nodded yes to the cop. He backed up and kicked the door down. The next thing that happened could not have been predicted by any of them. A woman with a large neck wound lunged forth from the door and sunk her teeth into the cop’s leg. The cop obviously cried out in pain as he fell back after having a part of his leg ripped from his body. The other cops started shooting the woman, but she continued to move no matter how many rounds they pumped into her. One of the cop’s helping his wounded comrade was then attacked by a man who bit part of his cheek off. That cop fell to the floor quickly dying shortly after. However, just like clockwork he rose again and began feasting on his wounded comrade he shrieked as he was devoured.

The cops kept firing but nothing seemed to stop them. Pretty soon, all the cops had been turned except for Lambert and Frost. Realizing they were outmatched they got out of the room and slammed the door behind them. “What the fuck was that!” Lambert yelled as he and Frost tried to compose themselves. “I don’t know, but whatever it is, it ain’t human.” Frost said. He took out his cell phone and began dialing a number. “Who the fuck, are you calling?” Lambert asked obviously losing it despite his best efforts not to. “The SWAT team. This is obviously too much for us,” he told his superior.

Before the call could be connected though, the zombies poured out of the room into the hallway, converging on Lambert. “Oh fuck!” he screamed as he was knocked to the ground and set upon by the ravenous undead. “Oh God, no, no, NOOOOOOO!” shrieked Lambert as he was shredded alive. Frost dropped his phone and tried to fire his gun, but then realized it was out of ammo, as was he. The spectators that hadn’t already gone back in their rooms were running trying to escape. Some did, the zombies who had already begun to tire of Lambert caught others.

“Shit!” Frost exclaimed as he too began running. He made it to the elevator slamming his hand down on the button. “Open dammit, open!” he exclaimed. It did open and he jumped in turning to notice a zombie running at the elevator doors as they were closing. It got to the doors before they finished shutting causing the door to jam. Frost tapped the ground floor button rapidly causing the elevator to move downward, ripping the things arms off with a sickening crunch.

When he got to the ground floor, he saw that the zombies had already made it down and that they were growing in number. He ran for the door making it out with a few close calls. By then though, the dead were spilling out onto the streets. Frost couldn’t deal with it now, he had to get back to the station, arm himself, and then try and stop them. He had made it back to his cruiser and as he got in and started it up, he thought: “What the fuck is happening?”

Sunlight squeezed itself in through the cracks of the blinds of Gaz’s room. Some was shining right on Gaz’s face, causing her to stir from her peaceful slumber. She slowly sat up rubbing her eyes. “Morning already?” she asked groggily. She turned to look at her alarm clock, which read 7:20. She sighed and turned her eyes down toward the other occupant of her bed. She smiled, remembering the previous night and all the new sensations she had felt.

She scanned Zim’s torso, studying the lean muscles covering it. She got on top of Zim, who was still sleeping, and straddled him, tracing patterns on his flesh feeling him. She leaned over and began licking him. ‘He tastes great,’ she thought to herself. Of course her touches woke Zim from his slumber. Seeing Gaz sitting on him, he smiled and said, “Morning beautiful.” Gaz leaned over and kissed him. “Morning to you too hot stuff,” she replied.

Zim chuckled, “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to get up.” Gaz grinned and said slyly, “Yes master.” Zim got up and stretched. “Master, huh? I like that,” he said. Gaz got off the bed too, throwing on an oversized shirt she used to sleep in and a fresh pair of underwear. Zim had just put on his pants, wig, and contacts, deciding to go shirtless. He scratched his stomach and saw something at his feet that caught his attention. “Skull panties. How morbidly sexy of you,” he told his girlfriend. She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, yeah, just don’t let me catch you going through my underwear drawer, or I’ll doom you to an eternity in a nightmare world.”

Zim feigned an innocent look and raised his hands. “Who, me? I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said half sarcastically, half seriously. Gaz left the room and made her way down the stairs with Zim still behind her. “How bout I make waffles for breakfast?” Gaz asked Zim. Zim shrugged his shoulders, “As long as you don’t make me eat a thousand of them and put weird shit in like GIR does.” Gaz laughed at that. “That little robot of yours really likes to cook doesn’t he?” she asked. “Yeah, if only he could actually cook stuff that doesn’t kill a living being on contact.” Zim said, exaggerating his little android servants poor cooking skills.

“Oh c’mon, it can’t be that bad.” Gaz said as she got the waffle mix out. “You have no idea.” Zim said. Zim’s face then took on a puzzled look. “Who’s that in your backyard?” he asked. Gaz turned to look, seeing a woman stumbling around her backyard aimlessly. Gaz sighed, annoyed at the prospect of someone coming onto her property without permission. “Probably some drunk, wandering around trying to get home,” she said. Gaz walked over to the backdoor of her house and opened it with Zim behind her.

“Hey! You! Drunk bitch!” she yelled as she walked out into her backyard. “What do you think you’re doing waltzing around on my property!?” The woman seemed not to pay any heed to Gaz’s angry questioning. “I’m talking to you. Are you listening?” Gaz continued to ask. But the woman continued her wandering. Inspiration hit Zim though and he whispered, “I have an idea,” to Gaz. Picking up a rock he threw it at the woman.

It hit her on the head, which caused her to stop and slowly turn around. When she finished turning, Zim and Gaz got a better look at her. She appeared to be elderly, possibly in her sixties, and was wearing a nightgown. “Ma’am, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.” Gaz said to the woman. The woman however, began walking quickly towards the both of them. “The gate’s that way granny.” Gaz told the elderly woman, pointing to her right. The woman just ignored her and got closer to her, letting out a soft hissing noise.

“Look don’t make this hard on us, oka…” Gaz was cut off as the elderly woman lunged at her knocking her over with the woman on top. She began biting at Gaz as she tried to hold her off. “Zim do something!” Gaz yelled at her stunned boyfriend. Looking around the area, Zim found a shovel lying out on the lawn. Picking it up he ran over to the two and with a mighty swing, struck the elderly woman in the head, knocking her off Gaz. Gaz jumped up looking at the old woman. She turned to Zim with a look of disbelief on her face. “I meant pull her off you idiot! I didn’t mean kill her!” she yelled at her boyfriend.

“Well I couldn’t think straight Gaz. She was attacking you and my old warrior instincts took over.” Zim said, trying to excuse himself. “But now you killed a person! Shit, now we’re gonna have to get rid of it.” Gaz said. Zim’s eyes widened though as he saw something over Gaz’s shoulder. “Gaz?” he said with a tone of disbelief in his voice. “What?” she asked turning to look at what he was seeing. What they saw was the old woman, her neck broken from the impact of the shovel, getting up and turning towards them.

“Oh shit,” they both said in unison. The woman began to come at them again, oblivious to the fact her head was tilted at an odd angle. The two, unable to think of anything, turned and ran back to the house, slamming the backdoor behind them. “What the flying fuck was that!” Zim asked. “I thought humans ceased living when receiving a wound like that.” “They do Zim. But that, is something I’ve never seen.” Gaz said to him. Then a thought hit Gaz. “Actually, I have seen stuff like that before. Though not in real life,” she said.

Zim turned his head towards Gaz with a puzzled look on his face, “Where?” he asked. “Movies, video games, books, comics, cartoons, etc.” she said. “Well what are they?” Zim asked. Gaz turned to him and said matter of factly, “Zombies.”

AN: Okay, I think I’ll stop the first chapter there. This is really long for a first chapter and a lot of shit goes down but, it sets the mood for the rest of the story. The outfit Gaz wears at the beginning was based after the one created for her by Jasmine Alexandra aka geminidragon76. Also, for those who read my other Zim fic, How to Totally Rock!, don’t worry, the next chapter is near completion and will live up to the long delay to its delivery. So yeah, I hope you like it and please review. Oh and one last thing. I don’t want to hear any whiny little shit babies complain about it being too bloody or the sex scene being in there. This is my story, don’t like it, don’t read it. Got it motherfuckers?

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Chapter 1: Viral Mutations

“Professor Membrane, you need to see this,” came the voice over the intercom in Membrane’s office. The Professor leaned over and pressed the button on the intercom and spoke into it. “What is it Simmons?” he asked his assistant. “You know that experiment we’ve been working on?” he asked the Professor. “Which one?” “You know the experiment.” Membrane realized what he was talking about at that point. “What about it?” he asked. “Well, I think you should see for yourself.” Simmons said.

Down in the labs Membrane was walking down the halls to the main laboratory. On his way there, Simmons, who looked slightly disheveled, met him. “Talk to me Simmons.” Membrane commanded his subordinate. “Well, we were running various tests on the different viral mutations. We went through about twelve different contagions. Chicken pox, pneumonia, flu, G.I., you name it. But we couldn’t find one that would mutate into anything useful.” Membrane turned his head and looked at his assistant. “Then if they all failed, why the hell did you call me down here?” he asked. “Well, we then tried the cancer virus and we got a very…unique reaction.” They reached the door to the laboratory, and Membrane scanned his hand to open the locked door.

Inside the laboratory was quite a panic. The scientists were either rushing about madly or looking into a room through a window. “Simmons, what is the reaction?” asked Membrane. “We injected it into the test subject, a man who had been locked away for the brutal murder of several innocent people. He didn’t react to it at first. But then his heart stopped and he just died.” Membrane looked at Simmons. “So that’s it?” he asked. “He just died.” “Well no.” Simmons said as they reached the window many other scientists were at. “After he was declared dead, he got back up. But, the strange thing was that his heart wasn’t beating, he wasn’t breathing. And his brain, it had developed a new lobe or something, it was…weird.”

Membrane looked down into the room some of the other scientists were looking into. The man in question was in the room thrashing about. Two other scientists were trying to restrain him. “Hold him down! Come on get him strapped down,” one of the scientists yelled to the other. The other scientist was trying his best to grab the thrashing man. The man on the other hand got the upper hand on the one scientist and grabbed his right arm, biting down into it like it was corn on the cob. “OH FUCK! GET THIS FUCKER OFF OF ME!” the scientist bellowed, pain shooting through his arm.

The other scientist immediately grabbed his colleague, trying to pry him from the man’s jaws. What happened next was gruesome and completely unexpected as a loud tearing sound emanated throughout the lab as a large chunk of flesh was torn from the scientists arm. “Jesus Christ. Get that man to the medic quick!” Membrane yelled at the scientists. The two in the room got out quickly, as the man simply began eating the fresh meat he had liberated from the scientists arm. “What the hell have we created?” Membrane said to himself.

The movie theater downtown had just let out the showing of the movie “Hellboy II: The Golden Army”. Two teens in particular stood out amongst the crowd. One had purple hair, and the other had green skin. Their names were Gaz, and Zim respectively, and they were on a date. “Dear God, that movie kicked so much ass!” Gaz said excitedly as they walked away from the theater. “I concur, even I, the mighty Zim, have to say that it was a very impressive movie.” Zim agreed with his girlfriend. Before we continue with the narrative, let me state something first. Zim…is an alien. Shocking, no? He was sent here by the leaders of his home planet Irk in the hopes he would die on the trip there.

Zim though was, well a little thick though most of his stupidity stemmed from his combination of egomania, vanity, ignorance, and insanity. However, after his long stay on Earth, his stupidity seemed to dissipate slowly over time. He seemed to understand things about Earth a bit more and didn’t seem to stick out as much anymore. He found out about a year ago that his mission was a lie. He spiraled into a crippling depression that seemed inescapable. That is until Gaz helped him out. Though she excused it as “missing his amusing spaz outs at school and that Dib wouldn’t stop talking about his sudden disappearance from school being that he was planning something diabolical.”

The two became close friends after that, something that annoyed Dib to no end. It didn’t help at all when Zim and Gaz both realized they had feelings for each other, and decided to begin dating. That was five months ago in May and Dib was against it like nothing else. He tried his best to convince Gaz that Zim was just using her to further advance his plans. This eventually escalated to a point where before Gaz left on her current date with Zim, she and Dib got into a bigger argument than they had had before then.

“All I’m saying Gaz is that he probably has some evil plan he’s concocted to trick you into trusting him so he could use you for experiments or something.” Dib told his younger sister. Dib had changed only a little over the years. He was now seventeen and stood at an impressive 6’ 1”. He still had an amazing obsession with the paranormal, which needless to say, still made him quite the social outcast. He had friends, though they were few and quite nerdy. Because of this, he was still treated the same...like shit.

He was still trying to expose Zim for the invading enemy he claimed he was. This leads us back to the situation mentioned earlier. “Dib can’t you just admit that you might just be jealous?” Gaz said to her older brother as she grabbed her wallet. She was in a black tube top with a black skirt. She also had on black and purple leggings and matching arm warmers, along with her signature skull pendant and combat boots. She stuck her wallet in her skirt’s pocket and affixed the chain to a belt loop on her skirt.

“Look Dib, I know that you may find this hard for you to believe, but, Zim’s changed. He’s no longer bent on taking over the Earth, and he is no longer as crazy as he used to be,” she told him, exasperated. Dib was growing agitated with his sister’s refusal to listen to him. “Listen Gaz, I will keep you from going on this date no matter what form of physical harm you threaten me with,” he told her irritably. That broke it. Gaz was livid with rage. She grabbed Dib by the collar of his shirt and slammed him into the wall. Despite being shorter in stature than her older brother, she was much stronger. “Listen and listen well Dib. Zim is done with invading. He doesn’t want this rock and even if he did why would you care?” she spat at him before he could answer though she continued. “And don’t give me that ‘but we should look out for the human race’ bullshit. Look at yourself Dib. Since when did the human race ever treat you in a way that would make you want to save it? Last time I checked, never. So just back the fuck off and leave me alone.”

She then grabbed her car keys and stomped out the door, slamming it behind her. This leads us back to the current discussion of the two teens. After talking about how much they both loved the movie, they both moved on to another subject. “I just wish that Dib wouldn’t be such an asshole about our relationship. He needs to just let go of the past and move on.” Gaz said to Zim. “Yes, I could see how this would be a problem.” Zim replied. Zim too had changed. He was now 6’ 3” and quite muscular. Though not exceedingly, he had a well toned build. He was wearing a t-shirt with a picture of Chuck Norris on it with the caption: “If I wanted your opinion, I’d beat it out of you.” He was also wearing jeans and a pair of Converse Chuck Taylor high tops, and of course his disguise of a wig and special contact lenses.

“It is in my opinion Gaz that your brother the Dib-stink seriously needs to get laid.” This caused her to laugh at her boyfriend’s statement. “Yeah, you’ve got a point. Though he’s got eyes for only one girl and he’s not even sure where the hell she is.” She was of course referring to Tak, an Irken girl who had tried to usurp Zim as the Earth’s destroyer. He had struck up a sort of friendship with the girl which, turned to infatuation and then love. His feelings for her apparently hadn’t changed despite what had happened. He had spent most of his time fixing her old ship up in an attempt to maybe find her. “I just hope he finds her.” Gaz said. “Maybe then he’ll lighten up a bit.” She and Zim had been walking to her car which they then boarded to drive back to the Membrane residence.

On the other side of town, the scientist who had been bitten earlier had returned to his home. After being bitten, he was raced to the medical ward where the other scientists had to graft new skin to his arm. Professor Membrane watched all of this from a window. “Are you sure that the disease is non-transferable?” Membrane asked. Simmons pushed his glasses back up on his nose. “Of course it isn’t Professor. We’ve been unable to coax it into the transferable phase so it’s safe to say that after the skin graft, Langley should be good to go,” he told the Prof. completely confident. Membrane looked down into the room. “I hope you’re right.”

That happened a half hour ago. Langley was now back in his apartment with his wife. “Are you sure you’re okay honey?” his wife asked. “I’m fine honey. My arm just itches like hell.” His wife sighed as she got into bed next to him. “Well I hope it’ll get better soon, we’ve got company coming over tomorrow.” Langley rolled his eyes. “Oh yes, your parents are coming over. I don’t see why we need to...” Langley stopped short. “Honey, I don’t want to hear any...honey?”

His wife looked at him with concern in her eyes. Langley fell off his bed onto the floor, convulsing. “Oh my God sweetie, are alright!?” she exclaimed to her husband. Almost as soon as they began, the convulsions stopped. Langley lay still on the floor next to the bed. “Sweetie, are you okay?” his wife asked softly. Slowly, Langley rose from the floor. “Oh thank God. I thought something was wrong with you.” Langley shuffled toward his wife with a vacant stare on his face. “Honey, what are you do...” Her voice was cut off by Langley biting into her throat and then ripping it out.

“Dib are you home?” Gaz shouted after entering the house with Zim. “I brought Zim home and now we’re going to go trash your room.” Still no answer came from Dib. “He must be out.” Zim said. Gaz spotted a note on the fridge she noticed hadn’t been there before. She grabbed it off of the door and read it. “Gaz, I’ve gone out for the night. I’m over at Craig’s house if you need anything. Love, Dib” She crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash. “Craig’s house huh? God, I don’t know what he likes about that guy.” Craig was the stereotypical fanboy. Obsessive, close minded, and annoying he embodied everything true nerds tried not to be.

“Well I guess it’s just us Zim. Zim?” Gaz looked around the kitchen, but didn’t see her alien boyfriend anywhere. “I’m up here.” Zim called from upstairs. Gaz ran up to the second floor looking for him. She found him in her room. “How did you get in here without triggering the security mechanism?” she asked astounded. Zim smirked, and boasted. “Pure child’s play my dear Gaz. I’ve dealt with mightier problems in Irken day care centers. Gaz rolled her eyes. “Is that so? Well I guess I’ll have to beef up the security then,” she said playfully.

“Besides, I just wanted to see your room.” Zim told her. Indeed, Gaz’s room was quite impressive. Posters for video games, comics, cartoons, and bands hung from the wall. She had a TV set up with cable, a DVD player, and several game systems. She also had a broadband accessible PC with a flat screen LCD monitor. Her bed was quite large, easily capable of holding two people. She also had several shelves lined with action figures and other toys.

“This is a really nice room Gaz.” Zim said. “Yeah I really like it. I’ve been meaning to get some more posters put up.” Gaz said to him. Zim wrapped his arms around Gaz from behind. “But it’s nothing compared to you my little demon seed,” he whispered into her ear. Gaz blushed and turned to Zim, looking up into his eyes. She removed his contacts and his wig. “I like it better without them,” she said. Their lips then met each other in a passionate kiss. Gaz’s soft, wet, bumpy human tongue, fought against Zim’s long, hard, smooth Irken tongue for supremacy.

They both collapsed backwards onto Gaz’s bed with Zim on top. “You know Zim. We’ve been dating for five months now. I think that’s long enough for us to have sex.” Gaz said. Zim looked at Gaz sternly. “Are you sure, Gaz? Sex is a big step in a relationship.” Zim said. “I know, but I think we’ve waited long enough. Besides, I know you love me and I love you. Plus, I’m really horny.” Gaz told him. Zim grinned. “Well then my little demon seed, let’s do it then.”

Zim then removed her boots tossing them on the floor. He then lifted one of Gaz’s legs and removed her legging with his teeth. He then licked the whole length of Gaz’s leg, causing her to moan in pleasure. He did the same with the other leg which made her moan even more. He then spread her legs and removed her panties. Dipping his head down, he gave her womanhood a lick, which sent waves of pleasure through her. He continued his licking for awhile until he had his fill.

Wiping his mouth he discarded of his shirt and pants along with the rest of Gaz’s clothing. He was about to remove his boxers but Gaz stopped him. “Let me return the favor,” she said to Zim. He nodded and lay back on the bed. Gaz removed his boxers, revealing his member. “Wow, you’re big Zim.” Gaz said impressed. She then went to work, wrapping her mouth around it and beginning to suck hard. Zim gripped the sheets as a wave of ecstasy swept over him. After a short while, Zim couldn’t take it anymore and burst, filling Gaz’s mouth.

“That was amazing. I can’t believe you did that.” Zim said. “Neither did I.” Gaz said wiping the edge of her mouth. Zim got back on top of Gaz. “Are you sure about this Gaz?” Zim asked his lover. “I’m sure Zim,” she replied. Zim nodded and then thrust himself into her. At once Gaz was filled with sensations of pain and ecstasy. She gripped harder on Zim’s back drawing purple blood from the scratch marks. As Zim thrust more into Gaz the pain began to ebb but not the pleasure. In fact, the pleasure increased greatly for both the teens.

“Oh, God Gaz. This is incredible.” Zim groaned out. “Zim...I love you so much.” Gaz groaned out in turn, her mind almost gone from the pleasure she was feeling. Zim leaned down and kissed her softly and began to massage each of her breasts as he continued to make love to her. “Zim, I think I’m close.” Gaz said to him. “Me too, Gaz,” he told her. The two then reached their climax together, shouting out each others names.

Zim collapsed off of Gaz, lying next to her. The room now reeked of sweat and sex, but the two teens were happy. Zim pulled the covers over the both of them as they lay together. “That was amazing.” Gaz said. “Who would’ve thought I would end up making love to an alien?” she said. Zim stroked a loose strand of hair out of her face. “You too were amazing little Gaz,” he said lovingly. They kissed and smiled at each other, until a horrifying thought hit Gaz. “Oh, fuck! Zim you didn’t wear a condom!” she yelled out as she sat up. “So?” said Zim nonchalantly. “So!? I could get pregnant Zim!” she yelled starting to get angry.

Zim chuckled, “Oh Gaz. There is something about Irken anatomy you must understand.” He too sat up and looked her straight in the eye. “You see Gaz, when my species began making Irkens artificially; we allowed them to be able to sexually reproduce. This was to make sure we would not all be clones of DNA in a constant state of decay. However, much like how our PAK’s sustain us therefore keeping us from needing to eat, the PAK also has an ability to let an Irken have sex without worrying about pregnancy. For amongst the Irkens, besides food sex is also a luxury, much like the ancient Greeks and Romans of your world. Only if an Irken wants to have children with its mate will the PAK override its programming and allow it to happen.”

Gaz didn’t know whether to feel disgusted, freaked out, or grateful. She eventually decided to feel grateful. “Well thank God. Cause no offense, but a kid’s not something I want right now.” Zim nodded in agreement. “Indeed. Now, let’s sleep. We’re obviously both tired.” Gaz had to admit, she was tired. She lay down next to Zim. Looking into his eyes, she could feel a sense of comfort that made her happy. “I love you Zim.” “I love you too Gaz.”

A cop was standing outside an apartment door, waiting for someone to arrive. The scene had already become a hot spot as a group of fellow tenants in the building, along with a newscaster and his cameraman were standing outside. The person the cop had been waiting for finally arrived, and the cop walked over to talk to him. “Chief Lambert, good to see you could make it.” The chief though was less than excited and it could be sensed. “Cut the fucking formalities, Frost. What are we dealing with?” Lambert asked.

Frost looked at the report he was given. “A uh, report of a domestic disturbance in apartment 314.” Lambert pinched his nose. “You mean to tell me, that I was woken up at four in the mother fucking morning to answer a domestic dispute!?” he bellowed. Frost was unphased. As a long time cop, he was used to dealing with Lambert’s outbursts. He straightened himself out. “Sir, the report said that sounds of a scuffle along with a gurgled voice came from the apartment. This could be a murder scene for all we know.”

Lambert looked his subordinate in the eye with a glare that could make lesser men soil themselves. “You better hope and pray you’re right Frost.” He turned to the other units around the door. “Kick the damn thing in!” he ordered. The units nodded with the one in front coiling his leg back and slamming it full force into the door. With a loud, thundering crack, the door gave way. The police went in looking around the apartment. Everything seemed in order, nothing out of the ordinary. Lambert and Frost walked in after them and looked around. This did nothing to relieve Lambert’s bad mood. “Are sure this wasn’t some prank call, Frost?” he asked. Before answering, a gurgling noise came from the bedroom door. One of the other cops heard it and went over to the door.

Looking at Lambert, the cop waited for the go ahead. Lambert nodded yes to the cop. He backed up and kicked the door down. The next thing that happened could not have been predicted by any of them. A woman with a large neck wound lunged forth from the door and sunk her teeth into the cop’s leg. The cop obviously cried out in pain as he fell back after having a part of his leg ripped from his body. The other cops started shooting the woman, but she continued to move no matter how many rounds they pumped into her. One of the cop’s helping his wounded comrade was then attacked by a man who bit part of his cheek off. That cop fell to the floor quickly dying shortly after. However, just like clockwork he rose again and began feasting on his wounded comrade he shrieked as he was devoured.

The cops kept firing but nothing seemed to stop them. Pretty soon, all the cops had been turned except for Lambert and Frost. Realizing they were outmatched they got out of the room and slammed the door behind them. “What the fuck was that!” Lambert yelled as he and Frost tried to compose themselves. “I don’t know, but whatever it is, it ain’t human.” Frost said. He took out his cell phone and began dialing a number. “Who the fuck, are you calling?” Lambert asked obviously losing it despite his best efforts not to. “The SWAT team. This is obviously too much for us,” he told his superior.

Before the call could be connected though, the zombies poured out of the room into the hallway, converging on Lambert. “Oh fuck!” he screamed as he was knocked to the ground and set upon by the ravenous undead. “Oh God, no, no, NOOOOOOO!” shrieked Lambert as he was shredded alive. Frost dropped his phone and tried to fire his gun, but then realized it was out of ammo, as was he. The spectators that hadn’t already gone back in their rooms were running trying to escape. Some did, the zombies who had already begun to tire of Lambert caught others.

“Shit!” Frost exclaimed as he too began running. He made it to the elevator slamming his hand down on the button. “Open dammit, open!” he exclaimed. It did open and he jumped in turning to notice a zombie running at the elevator doors as they were closing. It got to the doors before they finished shutting causing the door to jam. Frost tapped the ground floor button rapidly causing the elevator to move downward, ripping the things arms off with a sickening crunch.

When he got to the ground floor, he saw that the zombies had already made it down and that they were growing in number. He ran for the door making it out with a few close calls. By then though, the dead were spilling out onto the streets. Frost couldn’t deal with it now, he had to get back to the station, arm himself, and then try and stop them. He had made it back to his cruiser and as he got in and started it up, he thought: “What the fuck is happening?”

Sunlight squeezed itself in through the cracks of the blinds of Gaz’s room. Some was shining right on Gaz’s face, causing her to stir from her peaceful slumber. She slowly sat up rubbing her eyes. “Morning already?” she asked groggily. She turned to look at her alarm clock, which read 7:20. She sighed and turned her eyes down toward the other occupant of her bed. She smiled, remembering the previous night and all the new sensations she had felt.

She scanned Zim’s torso, studying the lean muscles covering it. She got on top of Zim, who was still sleeping, and straddled him, tracing patterns on his flesh feeling him. She leaned over and began licking him. ‘He tastes great,’ she thought to herself. Of course her touches woke Zim from his slumber. Seeing Gaz sitting on him, he smiled and said, “Morning beautiful.” Gaz leaned over and kissed him. “Morning to you too hot stuff,” she replied.

Zim chuckled, “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to get up.” Gaz grinned and said slyly, “Yes master.” Zim got up and stretched. “Master, huh? I like that,” he said. Gaz got off the bed too, throwing on an oversized shirt she used to sleep in and a fresh pair of underwear. Zim had just put on his pants, wig, and contacts, deciding to go shirtless. He scratched his stomach and saw something at his feet that caught his attention. “Skull panties. How morbidly sexy of you,” he told his girlfriend. She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, yeah, just don’t let me catch you going through my underwear drawer, or I’ll doom you to an eternity in a nightmare world.”

Zim feigned an innocent look and raised his hands. “Who, me? I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said half sarcastically, half seriously. Gaz left the room and made her way down the stairs with Zim still behind her. “How bout I make waffles for breakfast?” Gaz asked Zim. Zim shrugged his shoulders, “As long as you don’t make me eat a thousand of them and put weird shit in like GIR does.” Gaz laughed at that. “That little robot of yours really likes to cook doesn’t he?” she asked. “Yeah, if only he could actually cook stuff that doesn’t kill a living being on contact.” Zim said, exaggerating his little android servants poor cooking skills.

“Oh c’mon, it can’t be that bad.” Gaz said as she got the waffle mix out. “You have no idea.” Zim said. Zim’s face then took on a puzzled look. “Who’s that in your backyard?” he asked. Gaz turned to look, seeing a woman stumbling around her backyard aimlessly. Gaz sighed, annoyed at the prospect of someone coming onto her property without permission. “Probably some drunk, wandering around trying to get home,” she said. Gaz walked over to the backdoor of her house and opened it with Zim behind her.

“Hey! You! Drunk bitch!” she yelled as she walked out into her backyard. “What do you think you’re doing waltzing around on my property!?” The woman seemed not to pay any heed to Gaz’s angry questioning. “I’m talking to you. Are you listening?” Gaz continued to ask. But the woman continued her wandering. Inspiration hit Zim though and he whispered, “I have an idea,” to Gaz. Picking up a rock he threw it at the woman.

It hit her on the head, which caused her to stop and slowly turn around. When she finished turning, Zim and Gaz got a better look at her. She appeared to be elderly, possibly in her sixties, and was wearing a nightgown. “Ma’am, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.” Gaz said to the woman. The woman however, began walking quickly towards the both of them. “The gate’s that way granny.” Gaz told the elderly woman, pointing to her right. The woman just ignored her and got closer to her, letting out a soft hissing noise.

“Look don’t make this hard on us, oka…” Gaz was cut off as the elderly woman lunged at her knocking her over with the woman on top. She began biting at Gaz as she tried to hold her off. “Zim do something!” Gaz yelled at her stunned boyfriend. Looking around the area, Zim found a shovel lying out on the lawn. Picking it up he ran over to the two and with a mighty swing, struck the elderly woman in the head, knocking her off Gaz. Gaz jumped up looking at the old woman. She turned to Zim with a look of disbelief on her face. “I meant pull her off you idiot! I didn’t mean kill her!” she yelled at her boyfriend.

“Well I couldn’t think straight Gaz. She was attacking you and my old warrior instincts took over.” Zim said, trying to excuse himself. “But now you killed a person! Shit, now we’re gonna have to get rid of it.” Gaz said. Zim’s eyes widened though as he saw something over Gaz’s shoulder. “Gaz?” he said with a tone of disbelief in his voice. “What?” she asked turning to look at what he was seeing. What they saw was the old woman, her neck broken from the impact of the shovel, getting up and turning towards them.

“Oh shit,” they both said in unison. The woman began to come at them again, oblivious to the fact her head was tilted at an odd angle. The two, unable to think of anything, turned and ran back to the house, slamming the backdoor behind them. “What the flying fuck was that!” Zim asked. “I thought humans ceased living when receiving a wound like that.” “They do Zim. But that, is something I’ve never seen.” Gaz said to him. Then a thought hit Gaz. “Actually, I have seen stuff like that before. Though not in real life,” she said.

Zim turned his head towards Gaz with a puzzled look on his face, “Where?” he asked. “Movies, video games, books, comics, cartoons, etc.” she said. “Well what are they?” Zim asked. Gaz turned to him and said matter of factly, “Zombies.”

AN: Okay, I think I’ll stop the first chapter there. This is really long for a first chapter and a lot of shit goes down but, it sets the mood for the rest of the story. The outfit Gaz wears at the beginning was based after the one created for her by Jasmine Alexandra aka geminidragon76. Also, for those who read my other Zim fic, How to Totally Rock!, don’t worry, the next chapter is near completion and will live up to the long delay to its delivery. So yeah, I hope you like it and please review. Oh and one last thing. I don’t want to hear any whiny little shit babies complain about it being too bloody or the sex scene being in there. This is my story, don’t like it, don’t read it. Got it motherfuckers?