Ok. I REALLY don't want to write this chapter. But I am. For two reasons. One, I have to for plot reasons, two, because I already posted it up with my reasons being that my friend had most of my video games and wouldn't give them back unless I posted it, and I'd go crazy if I didn't write it. Ok I am SOOOOO sorry that I had to write this. Plot reasons. ya know? Errrrrrrr... don't hurt me...

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Zombie Fanfiction of Doom Black Silver Chapter

"OW! LET ME GO YOU BASTARD!" The young girl with the vibrant purple hair bit into the arm of the guard carrying her. The pain was immense, but he refused to drop her. To drop her could cost him his job, or even his life if his boss was in a bad mood. And he could get away with it too. He'd gotten away with much worse...

"Gaz... it's no use. They aren't gonna let us go. Its... no matter how much you try...no matter how much you REASON with them, they'll never... they'll never let us go." Tears had started streaming down Dib's face. He knew what was coming. He ALWAYS knew what was going to happen. He had heard rumors. His friends from the studio had told him, before they had turned on him. They told him stories of cartoons that weren't exactly at the top of the charts being taken away. Just...taken away. No one had ever heard of them again. The boss of his creator, an evil sadistic man, had always seem very pleased after another cast had been taken away. "... They're...they're gonna kill us, Gaz."

"Nonsense, Dib-Stink! I have the HIGHEST MILITARY TRAINING in ALL of the Irken Empire! My sensei was High Priestess Kansetshojunshageki; she was the Strongest of all those other priestesses! She only had ONE student! ME! She NEVER tolerated nanjaku no kokoro and neither do I! SO YOU SHUT UP YOU STUPID WORM AND YOU! VILE WORM HANDLING ME!!!! RELEASE ZIM AT ONCE!!!!! Zim was raving. He had been captured by the enemy, they had shut his SIR unit, they had taken away his weapons AND self-destruct button, and now they were handling him in a way that the human worms he was trying to defeat did not deserve. His teacher, as he said, did not tolerate nanjaku no kokoro, her word for weakness of the heart. The thought of giving up was unheard of. He had always admired her for that statement. After she died, he was forced to study under a teacher that was in NO way as strong as she was. He had to go back to Irk for his training. He was ridiculed for having her as his teacher for her...actions...

His education had suffered greatly because of the torment he received from both his height and his former teacher. His height was caused because of an accident before he had started training. His teacher. it was too painful to think about. His training left off before they had gotten to hand to hand combat, so his attacks at the guard carrying him were weak and futile. Still. He refused to give up.

"...Zim, you're ranting in Japanese. Please stop. I'm praying that I'll be reincarnated as someone the people of Earth will listen to. So that something like this will never happen again. So that when I warn people about something, about their upcoming death, they'll listen. You're breaking my concentration." Dib went back to mumbling his hopeless prayers. He had already given up hope, though. Would any God have let this happen to him? To a boy that had just tried to save his planet? He didn't believe so. Zim was shocked. His adversary had... given up? He NEVER gave up! No matter what, he had always been an annoying little thorn in his side BECAUSE of the fact that he was so persistent. Gaz was just as shocked.

"You're. giving up. You, of ALL people, are GIVING UP?! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU, DIB! You were always raving about the paranormal, PUT ME DOWN, YOU ASS, dad must have told you a billion times to give it up and study real science like him. But you NEVER gave up! You just kept going and didn't stop! SO DON'T YOU DARE GIVE UP! I WONT FORGIVE YOU! LET ME GO YOU MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU IF YOU-"

"Be quiet. We're here. The boss is going to decide your fate. Judging by your record, and his...you'll be easier to carry out than in." The guard's voice was cold, and had no emotion attached. Hearing her morbid fate, Gaz was silenced. Then she screamed louder than she ever had.

"NO! NO! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO KIL ME! I DON'T CARE IF I'M MAIMED SERIOUSLY IN THE PROCESS, BUT YOU ARE NOT GOING TO END MY LIFE! NO! NO WAY IN HELL! LET ME GO!" Gaz continued to struggle, screaming her lungs out. The doors opened. The deathly silence was shattered by Gaz's constant screams. The four of them, Zim, Gaz, Dib, and Gir, were tossed into the room. The walls were the trademark color of Nickelodeon. Orange. Not one pigment more red, or yellow than the exact middle of the two. The floor might have well as been made of the green slime that the station was famous for. It was the same color, and it might as well have been the same texture.

An ominous voice immediately silenced Gaz's screams of protest. "Cease you yelling, little Gaz. It is really QUITE unbecoming of a young lady such as yourself. Now, down to business. I would like to thank all of you for your work here. You have scared most of today's youth straight into never buying your creator's work and going to the Gothic side. The ones that actually liked that piece of shit, heh, pardon my French, which was your show were obviously meant to commit suicide. Less people like your creator. Good job. However. To this studio, you have outlived your use. I bid you...farewell." Herb pulled out a silver plated revolver from his desk drawer, and fired five shots.

One shot was fired at Dib. He looked toward the sky, his hands clasped in prayer, before the shot to his head ended his short life. Another bullet at Gir. Although he had been de-activated, and no emotion could possibly have shown on his face, anyone would have sworn that the shocked look of a betrayed puppy graced his face. Even though he was only an android robot, the oil seeping from the bullet hole looked eerily like blood.

Zim stared daggers at Herb. If looks could kill, Herb would have died a thousand deaths. Herb, unnerved by the stare, missed his first shot, and shot Zim in the Squeedly Spooch. The pain only made him flinch. True, he had never felt pain like it before, but he forbade himself from showing it. He would not dishonor his sensei, the Universally famous High Priestess of the Goddess, Kansetshojunshageki; he would not dishonor her by showing pain. He knew he would meet her with pride in the afterlife, for that is where she dwelled. She was with the goddess that he would soon be joining. Strengthening his resolve, Herb fired again. Yet another bloodstain was added to the floor. The fifth shot was fired at Gaz, as she rushed to her brother's side. The bullet missed her heart, but punctured her lung. She didn't even appear to register that she had been shot. She cradled her brother's head in her lap, not believing that he was dead. He had always annoyed her, but he was still her brother. Girls are supposed to be the more affectionate of the two genders, but Dib had always been the one to tell her stories at night. The one who would always ask if she were alright, the one who would tell her he loved her, even after she grew so cold that even he wondered if it we possible to have a heart made of ice. He was the only one that cared. And now he was dead. She looked up and glared at Scannel, her brother's murderer. Her gaze was far more intense than Zim's could ever be. Lightning flashed as her gaze continued for what seemed an eternity.

"...I'll get...you. You...sick bastard." Talking was getting increasingly difficult for her. Her lung was collapsing due to the wound. The blood was slowly filling her lung, she didn't want to cough it up, it would show Herb, that sick bastard, that she was injured more seriously than she was letting on.

"I think not, little Gaz." He got up from his desk. He was going to show that little bitch the reason he was boss. As he rose, Gaz gripped the skull pendant around her neck. During her capture, the guards had replaced the silk cord that it rested on with multiple lengths of wire. The ends cut into her skin. Her skin was already scrapped and red. Herb was confused. What was she doing? Why was she staring at him with such contempt, she was just a character in some cartoon for God's sake!

" I wont give you...the pleasure ...of...of killing me. I'll...be seeing you...soon. See you...soon." With that last word she pulled. The spikes cut into her neck. It severed every vein in her neck. She died instantly.

Herb stared and the girl's corpse. Not comprehending what she meant. She couldn't come back, nothing could bring them back. She was dead. And what was dead was dead. And he wasn't dying anytime soon...

Or so he thought.

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Cliffhanger! I had a really hard time re-writing this. It's awful trying to get back into the frame of mind that I was in when I wrote this. I was really depressed. Good thing I was watching a really sad episode of .Hack Sign when I was typing this up. The music is awesome. Tsukasa is soooo cool! Has anyone here seen Kikaider? I got a new computer today as a graduation present (my parents rewarded me for graduating Middle School without going crazy. I haven't got anything hooked up yet, so I'm doing this all on my dad's computer. Once I get it running, I'll be able to receive reviews. Yay! Don't worry about Kansetshojunshageki, (this is so cool! I don't have to look up her name on a little piece of paper anymore! I memorized the spelling! ) I'll be writing about her and her WONDERFUL FUN adventures. Ja ne!