I'm back! This has to be the quickest I've ever updated in my entire history of fanfiction. But I'll warn you don't expect it. There are a lot of outside factors that allowed me the time to write this so soon.

Anywho, I'm glad you all seem excited at the thought of a ZADF story. I know I have a hard time finding them too. I hope I can live up to your expectations! And feel free to let me know of any ideas you have. While I know what'll happen in the story, there is always room for funny events!

Chapter 2: Getting Lost

Dib was about to lose it. He sat there at the end of the seat; for it was the furthest from Zim he could get without sitting on the floor, and tried to concentrate on the chattering around him. He didn't care less about the gossip, he never did, but Zim's humming was driving him crazy. He had been humming for the past two hours! TWO HOURS! And Dib couldn't tell him to shut it without revealing the alien was getting to him, and Zim knew it, for he was smirking evilly as he hummed the unknown tune.

Dib tried to think of something else, anything to try and forget about the noise that Zim was making. His mind wandered to the past. The alien in question had been acting weird for a while now, for the past two years, Zim never gave up on his attempts to conquer the planet. But then, approximately six months ago, he vanished for a week and came back with a vengeance. While Dib didn't know the cause, what he did know was that within that week, Zim suddenly found every bug Dib had placed over the years and destroyed them one by one, then up the security in his base. It was now a fortress. While Dib, with the right amount of time, could still get passed it, he still didn't understand the sudden change. Zim's plans also changed, instead of seeking to take over the planet, he plans seemed to seek more destruction than before.

Zim was having fun with the torture. He had wanted to annoy the earth child somehow, so he thought of the most annoying being he knew, Gir. That was when Zim knew what to do. And if the twitching eye of his enemy was any indication, he was really getting to him.

Alas, it came to an end too soon as the bus slowed to a stop outside the entrance to the woods that played home to the camp. Dib let out a sigh of relief upon seeing this, one that did not go unnoticed by Zim. The teacher in charge of their bus stood and commanded attention.

"Alright, now, make sure you don't forget anything and as you head out, stay with your buddy." She said happily as the doors opened and the students stiffly stood and started to file out. Zim grabbed his overnight bag, a black messenger bag that he swung over his shoulder before grabbing the rolled up bag he would be 'sleeping' in. Dib eyed up the red Irken symbol on the front and wondered if it was truly a normal bag as he secured his grey bag on both shoulders, his sleeping bag was secured to the pack. The two of them were the last to leave the bus and step out onto the badly maintained parking lot that sat in front of the woods. They would travel together through the trail to get to where the cabins were.

"Alright, now don't lose your partner and stay with the group!" One of the teachers in charge called as they started to move the group of students towards the forest trail. The buses started to pull away, leaving the group of 8th graders stranded at the woods. Dib sighed as he turned to see that his 'buddy' was leaving without him. As much as he didn't want to stay with him, this would provide him the best chance to study Zim. Rolling his eyes, he non-too enthusiastically, followed behind the alien, the two of them making the end of the line. They soon lost sight of the entrance as the woods swallowed them up.

Zim and Dib tried their best to keep away from any eye contact, this being a simple task as they followed the chattering group of their excited peers. They both had seemed to make a silent agreement that they would stick together because they had to, for neither one wanted to end up in trouble for it was Ms. Bitters who was in charge of discipline now, yet they would pretend the other wasn't there. But this simple task proved impossible when Zim suddenly tripped over a tree root in the path, falling flat on his face; something black came sliding out of the alien's pack, landing a mere two feet away.

Dib was laughing hysterically. "Nice going, Invader! You can't even handle walking in the woods!" His eyes caught sight of the object. "And, what's this? Some alien tech?" He headed over only to have Zim suddenly snatched before Dib could. It didn't matter. Dib saw it and knew what it was.

"That's my alarm clock! You jerk! You tried to keep me from coming!" He growled.

Zim laughed maniacally, still holding onto the clock.

"Give it back, Zim!"

"Zim will never obey a stinky-hyuman!" He called out, dramatically pointing at Dib.

Dib quickly made a grab for it, managing to pry it out of his black gloved hand, and backed up a step before Zim reacted by lunging and tackling him to the ground, making another grab at getting the object back. Dib managed to get his feet under the alien and push him off. Zim landed painfully on ground a few feet away, his PAK hitting a rock with an audible THUNK, and the black box in his hand. Dib ran over as Zim rolled to his feet and they had a stare down.

Dib didn't even care about the clock. He could easily get a new one; he had to on several occasions. No, this was just about the fact that the alien had been in his room and now was in possession of something that wasn't his. For Zim, this was revenge on Dib for ruining his plan. He had may plans to experiment on the student body that Dib would have messed up, now that couldn't happen.

The stare down ended when Dib made another try at the clock, Zim, this time, moving out of the way. But Dib didn't give up, making attempt after attempt to grab the object from Zim's grips, cursing his hindered abilities. The bag on his back wasn't too heavy, but heavy enough. Zim, on the other hand, had dropped his bag back on the trail when he had tripped, so he was unhindered. That was when Dib got an idea. He continued his grabs, making Zim continue to back up.

The laughing Irken continued to revel in his assumed superior position…until his back hit a tree leaving him nowhere to dodge when Dib made another attempt to take the machine, this time with success. Zim tried to lunged again, but found a hand in his face, the taller boy holding him at arm's length away as he laughed at Zim's wild flailing. But then something occurred to him and Dib moved, releasing the alien as he moved out of the way. Said alien propelled forward before falling flat on his face again a few feet away.

Dib ignored the Irken curses that flowed from Zim's mouth as he looked around.

"Hey, Zim, where's the trail?"

This was definitely the last time he believed that Irkens had a 'superior' sense of direction. It had been several hours since they started in the direction Zim insisted was the correct way, but Dib couldn't tell you the time, though, because his clock had no batteries. Apparently Zim's solution to the 'horrible noise that the device emitted' was to remove the power source. The useless thing was now shoved somewhere in Dib's bag after Zim realized that if he kept it, he would have to carry the useless device. This, in turn, ended the battle, leaving Dib the winner. Yet Dib did not gloat, for this was definitely a hollow victory. Because of the stupid thing, they were lost in the woods…together.

"I'm fairly certain we passed this rock an hour ago." Dib finally said, breaking the silence between them.

"No we haven't!" Came the defensive response from Zim.

"Look, let's just stop and call for help, already." He said, pulling out his cellphone…no bars. "Okay…you call for help."

"HA! Pathetic Hyuman!" Laughed Zim…and he then he stood there. A look of confusion passed his face.

"What are you waiting for? Just hurry up and call Gir."

"Ummmmm…" Was the response he got in return as Zim looked over his shoulder had his PAK.

"What? What's wrong?"

"It's stuck."

"What do you mean, it's stuck!?"

"My PAK must have been damaged when I hit that rock. It pushed the communicator and lodged it."

Dib let out a growl in irritation. "Then fix it!"

"Even one as amazing as ZIM cannot undergo such a task without tools! …which are in my bag." Dib's head went to his hand.

"You're useless, you know that."

"LIES! Zim is AMAZING! Besides, dirt-child, Zim has seen your documentaries and know that the earthen authorities will start their search for us soon."

"That's only if someone notices us missing." Zim was silent at that, and Dib sighed. "It's getting colder now, so the sun should be setting soon. Let's just find somewhere to rest for the night."

Dib was glad it was late spring. So, while the night would be cold, at least they wouldn't have to worry about freezing to death. Well, he wouldn't. He never did find out if Zim was warm or cold blooded. As he set up his own sleeping bag on one side of a clearing, he eyed up Zim on the other side. The boy had insisted that he would be fine on his own, despite the fact that he had nothing with him besides the clothes on his back.

And, though Dib would never admit it, Zim was doing better than him. While Dib doubted that he could start a fire, Zim managed it and was even bring plants in a pile to make what Dib thought looked like a nest. He raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Let's call a truce." Dib finally suggested as he sat down on his sleeping bag.

"And why would Zim do that?" He asked, seemingly satisfied with his nest as he settled down on top of it.

"Because you need my help." He responded, with a smirk.

"HA! That is funny, Dib-Stink! Zim is doing better than you! The hyuman-pig is the one who needs Zim!" Came the dramatic response.

"You're right. I do need your help. But you need mine, too. It'll be a I scratch your back, you scratch my back, kind of deal."

"Zim is horrified at the idea of your filthy meat sack touching my superior skin!" Zim yelled as he proceeded to scratch an itch on his back, glaring at the human several feet away.

"It's a figure of speech…it means you help me, I'll help you." Dib restated, rolling his eyes. All this time and he would have thought that the Invader would have at least learned what a figure of speech was.

"Amuse Zim with your reasoning! Why does the amazing Zim need the pathetic-pig's help?" He demanded as he continued to scratch at that itch.

"Because you're using poison ivy as a mattress."

So, be honest. How many of you saw that poison ivy thing coming?