I am breaking new ground and it's only my first IZ fanfic! I'm not much of a review whore, but they do make me happeh.
I do not own Dib, Gretchen, Gaz, Zim, or Professor Membrane, the terms living Impaired, corpsicle,
Dib was thinking as he walked home alone. Gaz had to go to some poor fool's house and challenge him for the title of 'Ultimate Vampire Piggy Slayer', and Zim was in detention... or something. Constant stalking didn't really matter as much, for the last three months Zim was wholly focused on the newly walking dead, and for the past two years he hasn't tried as hard to take over Earth as much as the first seven months. Dib did a quick tally. Had it really been almost three years? It felt like so much longer.
As much as Zim was focused on the -to use the PC term- Living Impaired, Dib was, too. It had been one of the only things they could talk about. And Zim is probably so focused only because he is trying to see if the dead heads will destroy his mission.
Some people blamed Dib for the newest outbreak of zombies, but he knew he didn't do it. Not this time at least. It was too specific.
Teenagers. Only American teenagers, as far as they can tell. Like Gretchen. Poor Gretchen, two weeks ago, she passed Dirge a note in last hour telling him to not to expect to see her at school anymore, She was taking her life. Dirge told Keef and Keef told... anyone who would listen. She came back three days after that, moving slower than she ever had in life, her short purple pigtails limper and lighter in color, and her teeth filed down to a creepy perfection. She seemed like a completely new person.
Gretchen was the first corpsicle in Dib's class, and so far, the only. But that didn't mean she was the only one he met, no, not with his father being 'THE GREATEST MIND OF OUR TIMES!' Many brought their recently raised friends and family members to Professor Membrane.
Dib met and talked with many of the visitors, collecting small samples when opportunities to do so arose. And they did often, thankfully for Zim and Dib's curiosity.
Professor Membrane was proud his son and little foreign friend were both starting to take an interest in 'REAL SCIENCE!', as he called it. Dib smirked, as he started to cross the street, lost in his thoughts. Didn't his dad realize that this was more paranormal than anything else? A blaring car horn shocked him out of his reverie, just in time to see the hood of the small silver 1954 Ford Prefect as it ran him over.