By animeninjaNIPPON
The hobo had driven the oversized blade into Zim's PAK, electrocuting himself to his own bitter end, but it was clear that Zim didn't have long to live. Blood was dripping down his Invader outfit, his PAK was short-circuiting, and he was choking.
"Is THIS… the end… of ZIM?"
"Of course not!" Dib screamed, catching the dying alien as he fell. "If anyone's going to kill you, it'll be me!" He smiled as he held his breath to hold back the imminent tears.
"Tell Gir…I'm…not mad…about the…microwave," Zim gasped, no longer affected by Dib since his senses were shot. "And…Dib…I…I…" He coughed up blood.
"ZIM!"
"I…liked…KISSING YOU!" With that, he slumped forward into Dib's arms, lifeless.
"Don't die," the human boy breathed. "Please."
Suddenly, he thought of his resurrecting serum – the other two test tubes were locked safely away in his room. The potion worked on plants, animals, even humans – any chance that it would work on an alien? Well, chance or no chance, Dib had to try. He slipped out from underneath Zim's dead body and started to run home.
"I'll be right back," Dib promised.
Dib ran as fast as his legs would carry him, but he was extremely worn out from his battle with the hobo. Despite his body's burning desire to give out, something deep within his soul gave him the strength he needed to keep going.
As he made his way out of the park, he tripped on a tree root. Every part of his body now ached, but he had to press on. He didn't want to live without Zim.
When he finally reached his house, he decided the quickest way in would be to climb in through his window – which, fortunately for him, was still broken. He jumped and rolled off his bed and onto the floor. When he got up, his heart was pounding and his throat was burning. Dirt and tears blurred his vision, but he couldn't stop – not for one second. Dib took his briefcase and slipped both potion tubes and Zim's data disk inside, then took off as quickly as he came.
As he crossed the street, he felt something wet hit his face. It was starting to sprinkle rain. Even if Zim could be revived, if Dib didn't hurry, the corpse would be destroyed – carried out into the lake by the wash of falling water.
End of part sixteen