Zadr Oneshots

Together Forever 💐

Angst requested by honeyandlattes

Blood painted the dirty streets of the empty city. It was once a place buzzing with liveliness, but now, it was merely a shell of its former self.

There was a virus going around. One that transformed people into flesh-craving monsters, which survivors nicknamed zombies since they were so alike. They were nearly indestructible, since the virus would clot up their blood, making a thick layer of skin form on them. The only way to kill them, was to shoot them in the head. And, it wasn't even guaranteed that any damage would be done.

You'd just have to risk it.

Former enemies Dib and Zim were currently inside one of the many abandoned buildings in the city, raiding it for weapons and food. Months had passed since the start of the apocalypse, but to them, it seemed like years. Dib, now 21 years old, and Zim had started dating before the end of the world. And now, they depended on each other to survive.

The two were currently looking at another shelf, trying to find better upgrades to their weapons. Dib had found an AK-47 earlier, which wasn't bad, but there was still room for improvement. Meanwhile, Zim only had a pistol. Some debris had damaged his pak during the start of the apocalypse, so he didn't have any access to his weapons. Not even his pak legs. So, he had to resort to using human artillary.

"Find anything yet?" Asked Dib from across the building. Zim shook his head.

"Nope, not yet." He sighed. "How long do you think we can stay here before they find us?" He looked towards the barricade they had made in front of the door.

"Probably 10 more minutes. Better make the most of it, right?" Dib continued searching through the shelves, this time a little faster.

Just then, there was a loud bang, followed with pained groans.

"Shit." He looked at Zim. "We need to go... NOW."

The pair ran up the stairs of the tall building until they reached the roof. Then, they stood there, figuring out their next course of action. The zombies had taken down the barricade, so they needed to think fast.

"Zim, can you operate your pak legs?" Dib asked him nervously. The alien closed his eyes for a few seconds before hissing in pain.

"No, it won't let me."

Dib nodded and looked around for anything to use. He spotted a nearby building which had stairs leading down from the roof.

"Alright, our only option is to go there," he stated, pointing towards it. "So on the count of three, we're going to jump." He held Zim's hand in his own.

"Ready?" The Irken nodded.

"Three..."

"Two..."

"One..."

"Jump!"

They hopped from one roof to the other and ran down the staircase located next to it.

"Thank God we made it out alive," Dib mumbled.

"Not for long." Zim pointed towards a horde of zombies slowly approaching them. "Come on Dib-stink, we need to get moving!"