A/N: Highly based off of the tumblr question: "can a ghost and a zombie come from the same person?" So your going to see some of the responses to it in here.

This story will be like short comic strips; so no real plot involvement will take place (but there will be one eventually).

Disclaimer: The following idea of the story and characters are based on tumblr questions/quotes and Butch H.'s Danny Phantom. The author PloThief takes no credit.


+DEAD PEOPLE RUIN EVERYTHING+

"Vampires get the joy of flying around and living forever, werewolves get the joy of animal spirits. But zombies, they're not rich, or aristocratic, they shuffle around. They're a group phenomenon, they're not very fast, they're quite sickly. So what's the pleasure of being one?"

-Margaret Atwood


"I leave you alone for TWO MINUTES and you get stuck on a FENCE?!"

Of course, the only response is moaning, if it could be call that at all. Phantom ran a hand through his hair before glaring back at his other half. His stupid, idiotic, zombie half. Yeah that's right, zombie. The whole freaking town, the whole freaking planet, was overrun by zombies now- all shuffling around like idiots and moaning like there was no tomorrow. Which was true, they were in the zombie apocalypse for crying out loud. Anyone could dance in their birthday suit while rolling in tar feathers singing nursery rhymes outside without getting a second glance. Well, scratch that, anyone can do that until they get mauled into juicy bits by the friendly locals. Those rotten sacks of meat were phlegmatic as shit, but you should see them running when there's the scent of living in the air.

Another moan came from the stuck zombie, who was reaching out to grab the ghost. Phantom swatted the hand away and frowned at his counterpart. It wasn't like he was scared of getting bit or anything. He got bit and munched on all the time. Apparently, ghosts flesh was the equivalence of chewing gum or mint to zombies. Those suckers loved to swarm him and gnaw on him for hours straight if he let them, even sometimes going as far as trying to nick off a piece of him to suck on afterwards. They never swallowed and (if lucky,) took as much as they could chew, thank goodness, his ghostliness didn't work well with their system, but he'd be lying to say it wasn't aggravating. They were like children smacking you pillows; you laugh at first, but after a while you want to take their pillows and suffocate them. Plus it hurt like a bitch when he wasn't semi-intangible.

"No Fenton, I'm not going to help you get out. You got stuck on your own, so you can get out on your own. I'm done with your stupidity."

His zombie let out a gurgle that would of made Chewbacca proud, before promptly faceplanting onto the ground, leaving part of the tattered cloth hanging on the fence.

"Seriously?" The ghost yelled at the flopping corpse. It seemed the guy forgot what arm muscles were for. "That was one of our favorite shirts! Now I got to find yo~ow you mother fff..." Phantom none to gently shook off Fenton's teeth from his leg and hoisted him up. If anything, the little jerk was flashing his blood-stained teeth at him. (Somehow triumphantly, if he may add.) The ghost boy floated criss cross in the air, arm folded as the other failed to grab him. "Bad Fenton. Very bad. I am not your hubba-bubba whenever you want. So go find something else to chew on."

The black haired zombie gave a few more swipes before just stopping completely. He stared at the ghost, watching as his counterpart huffed and stuck his nose in the opposite direction, before gurgling a bit and stumbles off to whatever else caught his interest. A few minutes later, Phantom took a peek and rolled his eyes. Of course he had to be stuck with a complete dumbass.

"No stupid, speckling spooks, no. Just...just turn..fuck, don't wander over there! You're gonna fall down the.. aaand there he goes..." Phantom could only shake his head as Fenton's body tumbled down the cliff, moaning all the way.

"Moron."