By GS2aholic
Whatever life brings
I've been through everything
And now I'm on my knees again
But I know I must go on
Although I hurt I must be strong
Because inside I know that many
Feel this way
~Creed 'Don't Stop Dancing'
Gaz didn't look up until she felt a strong rush of air rustle her hair. She slowly opened her eyes and suddenly wished she hadn't. She was falling through the air at a great speed, the dark and bloody ground approaching quickly. She looked next to her and saw Zim, his eyes closed and hand still clasped with hers.
"Zim…" She stated shakily, a pit growing in her stomach. She wasn't afraid of heights, but falling certainly wasn't pleasant.
His eyes opened and a wave of fear washed over his face. It was replaced with mere shock, as taught in Invader Training, but his grip on her hand tightened. She tore her eyes away from him and back to the ground.
"My God," She whispered lightly, her heart thumping hard. "Oh my God!" She said louder, her voice shaking with panic.
"Stop!"
The rush of air ceased and with relief she noticed that they had, indeed, stopped.
Zim opened and closed his mouth wordlessly, unable to hide his surprise. They began a slow decent and they broke apart as soon as their feet reached the ground.
They both gazed around them, not sure how to react. The area was completely deserted, though the grounds had puddles of blood everywhere. A nasty, copper smell wafted into their senses and they scrunched their faces in an effort to beckon it away.
"Is it all… real?" Gaz asked, turning her eyes to Zim.
"As real as you and I," He replied, though he had to pinch himself to be sure.
The pair began to walk forward, their steps making sickening squelches on the ground. As they traveled, no words were spoken, as all their energy was concentrating on detecting any signs of danger.
"That… is just gross," Gaz stated, and it was. They had come to a long wall that extended all around the would-be city they were in. It had a pasty blood as mortar and the bricks were, well, they didn't want to know.
"Should we cross it?"
As an answer, Zim grasped Gaz around the waist and her eyes widened for a moment as Zim's spider legs came out of his Pak. This brought them up to, roughly, ten feet and they could see over the wall.
"Should we?" Zim asked back. Beyond the wall was what seemed to be a wasteland. Even the dimmest of persons could tell that havoc had once been wrecked here at the sight of the crumbling walls and the crusty skeletons. There was no sign of life and the wind blew sharply, the dust on the ground stirring.
"Might as well," Gaz replied. She pushed slightly on his arms, his grip crushing her ribs and her breathing was struggled. He let her slip a little until he was instead hold her under the arms.
Zim walked over the wall, the tips of his legs making a soft tapping in the deafening silence. The legs retracted when they were over and they were dropped with a light thud to the ground.
The ground here was solid, dry and dusty and the air smelled clean. Human and alien both were more relaxed and took deep breaths of the fresh air.
Gaz took the first steps forward with Zim soon following, the fall of their feet echoing against the crumbling walls.
Zim stopped suddenly and his antennae twitched, standing on end. He felt as though he was being watched and his eyes scanned the area in search of life. Gaz stopped and turned to look at him, her eyebrows rising questioningly. When she heard nothing, she turned to walk on.
She yelped and her heart skipped a beat as a red stream of light just missed her head. She had just turned to see who shot it when a small creature fell to the ground, blood seeping from its fanged mouth as steam rose from a hole in its head.
The startled girl grabbed the first weapon her hand touched on her belt and slung it through the air. The knife whistled softly and hit its enemy cleanly, impaling its eye. A quick glance at Zim told the girl that he had everything under control.
The street was now swarming with these small, leaping creatures and Gaz pulled her gun out instead. She shot at anything that game within a five foot radius, dust flying with every bullet or being that hit the ground.
"Dammit," She cursed, her gun clicking. She opened a pocket on her belt and pulled out a bullet pack, dropping the old one out of the gun and replacing it.
This move gave the creatures time to get close and her bloodcurdling scream ripped through the air as one jumped at her, sinking its fangs into her upper arm. Tears filled her eyes, anger and adrenaline kicked in and she shot the offending creature in the head as quickly as it could blink.
Not having time to look at her arm, it hung at her side as she shot with fury at every creature that dare come within her line of sight.
Five minutes later the once dry street was soaked with blood and the smell once again took over their senses. Every creature, save a few that ran away, was now dead. Adrenaline failing her, Gaz dropped her gun and herself to her knees as she clutched her arm. Zim made his way through the bodies and over to her, looking more tired than harmed, the Irken equivalent to sweat coating his brow. The purple haired girl applied first aid to the gashes on her arm, wrapping it with gauze and tape.
Zim raised an eyebrow at her in question of survival and Gaz replied by picking up her gun, sheathing it, and making her way through the mangled bodies.
To Be Continued…Author's note: I started this chapter a long time ago, but I've been going through some writer's block. PLEASE REVIEW! It helps a lot and jump-starts my brain. I know not much happens in this chapter, but I still hope it's decent. If possible, please write with some suggestions of anything! Events, how to make things freakier… please!