A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.
And nope, I in fact do not own Invader Zim or anything else I write about.
Testament Of Stone
Dib crawled amongst the rubble, trying to find shelter from the acidic rain. Both of his legs were badly broken and his hands and elbows were torn after so much crawling. One of the lenses of his glasses was cracked and the whole frame bent. There remained no structure left in the city to give him solace from the rain as he struggled on. He pulled his torn jacket over his head to offer himself some protection. Eventually he came to a stop by a large boulder on the outskirts of the city. The Irken's organic sweep was in full swing. He had not seen another living human in nearly two days.
Sounds of bombs and the roar of their massive machines were heard in the distance as the Irkens continued their campaign. Dib lay completely spent of energy, unable to further help the resistance. The sounds of the Battlemechs seemed to be coming closer from across the bombed out landscape. Quickly Dib shuffled through his pockets for any remaining weapons, the only thing left was a small laser gun, with only a small supply of energy left within.
The gun had been quite effective against the Irken machines once you got close enough to be able to sheer through the metal. But now, Dib knew he could not sneek up on anything anymore, and it was unlikely the energy left in the gun could do the job. He sighed and closed his eyes as he sat up and put his back against the boulder, seemingly resigning to his fate. Despite of all his efforts, Zim and the might of the Irkens had managed to succeed after all.
But Dib did not give in, not yet that is. He felt there was one last thing he could do for the hope of the human race. The sounds of the Battlemechs were most assuredly coming nearer now. He turned and crawled up the boulder, which was quite flat and smooth on its surface. Pointing his laser gun only a few inches above the stone, he pulled the trigger and began to scrawl a message onto its surface.
It read as such, ~ 'People of Earth, I give hope to you for survival. The Irken empire will one day lie in ruins under the combined spirit of those who have fought against its tryanny. I give hope that the resistance will find this message, and it will become a building block of our new civilization. My dear people of Earth, I give hope to thee.' ~
Dib rolled off the stone top and onto the ground again. The battlemech was quickly approaching and there was only a few seconds worth of plasma left in the gun. Dib crawled towards the great machine with his gun pointing outwards, waiting for the range to be close enough. The fearsome Irken soldier brought the stamping footfalls of the machine closer and closer to the injured determined human. Hope may have seemed to abandon Dib that day, but it would never abandon those who will never surrender.
The End.