:Dib:

There just weren't a whole lot of Living humans left. Most were either dead or worse, Dead. Me? I'm Dead.

It's not all bad. I have friends and eats and places to hang out. Although a few of my friends turned into eats. And at the places I hang out, too, so there's some bad memories.

But enough about that. Let's talk about now.

I'm just wandering around town, trying to find some food.

It's getting dark out, so I should probably head for home. But something is going on around the corner, and it smells tempting and dangerous. What's life without a little danger?

Better judgment tells me to leave off, but I'm curious and Hungry.

I round the corner quietly and stop, frowning (at least I think I'm frowning) at the sight. Three humans have another cornered. The small, youngish man is obviously injured, and they seem intent on killing him. It doesn't seem right, so I step forward with a proactive grunt.

The three oppressive males turn quickly to look and the younger takes his opportunity, darting forward to sink a broken shard of glass into the calf of one man. The human cries and turns back to him sharply but trips himself up and falls. I take a bullet from one of the other humans, which is okay, I've already been shot today so no big deal. They are soon caught between me and the young man, and one decides to hoof it. Apparently a young adult and a young adult zombie are just too much to handle at once.

The other hesitates to take another shot at me before following.

I watch them go before looking to the young man. He doesn't look too good, and sure enough he collapses beside the now-dead human.

Well, fresh meat anyway.

I step over to him slowly and crouch down, but pause. The blood leaking from him is green. I tilt my head and touch my fingers to it, bringing it to my nose curiously. Smells strange.

On a whim, I scoop the man up and carry him home. Take-out?

:Zim:

I open my eyes to bright sunlight shining into my face. I blink and try to move and that's when the pain explodes white and red across my vision. A pathetic sound escapes my lips and I sink back to where I rest, sliding a hand across my chest. Something sharp sticks my fingers and I flinch, lifting my head to see. Pale grey eyes meet mine and I gasp, sitting up quickly and scrambling back until my PAK hits solid wall.

The zombie tilts his head and sits back, watching me. I glance around and realize we are in a human airplane. Such a primitive way of travel, but they had the right idea anyways. I look down and feel a pang of panic that my disguise has failed. Not that it matters much, here with this ghoul. Who's he going to tell?

I look up at him again and he's still just sitting, watching me. Why am I here? Take-out?