Author's note: Thanks for the reviews. Well I decided to make another chapter in this story. Hope you all like it.

Chapter 2: Infection

Dib:

The night made the neighborhood look like a maze of terror as Dib followed the "dead" body down the street. He made sure to keep out of its sight so as not to give away his presence. The person wobbled to the park and seemed to be heading towards the playground. But before Dib stayed too close he heard a scream that made his blood run cold. To Dib's horrified surprise it was coming from the playground which the rotting man was going too. Dib crept through the bushes and looked to the spot to see a sight that would stick in his mind for the rest of his life.

There on the playground Dib saw a group of four of those rotting people and they were tearing apart and eating one of his classmates. Through the blood and the guts that were strewn everywhere Dib made out that the poor bastard who was getting eaten was Zeta! Dib felt like he was going to scream and throw up all at the same time and he stumbled backwards out of the bush and tried to get to his feet. But then Dib felt two cold hands grasp around his shoulders and looked up to see that it was the corpse he saw by his house looking down at him with its mouth open to reveal rotten teeth.

The thing tried to clamp it jaws on Dib's body but the boy's struggling managed to get himself free and he pushed the beast to the ground. As he started to run, Dib looked back to see that the other cannibals has seen him and ignored their previous meal to stumble after him! Dib took off running back to his house to get to a phone and call the police. As he ran through the night, more moans stopped him in his tracks. More things seemed to emerge from the very shadows of the night and all had a disturbing hunger in their dead eyes.

Dib ran anyway that could keep him away from the creatures and get him back to his home. As he did all of this, thoughts flooded through his mind. 'What ARE those people? Cannibals? Cultists?' But even Dib had seen enough late-night horror movies and read enough claims in the Swollen Eyeball Net to know what they were: Zombies. 'But they couldn't exist,' he thought to himself as he scrambled away from his attackers. But there following him were rotting, stinking, hungry hunks of death vying for his flesh.

After twenty minutes of nonstop running, he had escaped the zombies and had finally made it to his house. "Finally! Home..." but he stopped his little speech when he noticed something that chilled him. The front door was yanked open with smeared bloody hand prints clawed into the door and the walls around it. "No...it can't be...Gaz," he realized with horror and dashed into the house to search for his sister.

Dib rushed through his house eying the blood smeared on the floor and the furniture. "GAZ!" He rushed into the kitchen to see the window shattered inward and trail of blood leading from the kitchen to the closet. "Oh shit...damn! I need to stop talking to myself. Especially in a situation like this." Once he reached the closet he was about to turn the knob when he saw a growing pool of gore around the door. "Please...don't let it be Gaz," he turned the knob.

The door flung open and out fell a rotting body that startled Dib and nearly caused him to piss his pants. He nearly ran when he noticed that the zombie was dead with two of their kitchen knives jammed in its head. "Who the...?" Someone had to kill the thing but who? As he thought this, a scream and thud from the second floor jarred Dib from his thoughts. He rushed up the to find two more dead zombies each with a knife or a cleaver wound in their head.

Finally he had reached Gaz's room with its door partially open and smeared with blood. "Gaz! Gaz! Are you in there!" From in the room he heard small wimpering...the kind a child makes. "Gaz," Dib said whispering while slowly opening the door to find another zombie dead this time on her bed and Gaz in the corner with a bloody butcher knife in her hand. "Gaz? It's me your brother Dib. Gaz?" She looked like she lost her mind.

"No...no more of those things...Dib?" Gaz looked up with fear filled eyes. She was afraid. She was actually afraid. She looked to the dead zombie on her bed. "What the FUCK are these things!" she shouted pointing her knife at the corpse.

Dib put a gentle hand slowly on her shoulder. "It's okay, Gaz. I'm gonna get us outta this place. Out of this city and away from these monsters. We...wait! Where's Dad?" Gaz looked up and nodded her head to show she didn't know. "Well we need to leave this house. Who knows what else could be here. Let's go." He took his sister's hand and guided them out of the room.

Prof. Membrane:

He stood examining the body of one of the creatures. "Look at this thing," he said to himself. "A person that can live even after death. A...zombie" Membrane chuckled to himself at the thought of old horror movie zombies but stopped. "Gaz..." Membrane had gone to look for Dib upon discovering his son wasn't in his room. He was searching the neighborhood when he was attacked by a group of them. He ran but was constantly attacked until he found a gun to defend himself.

Now there he stood before one of the very creatures his son had always talked about. "What if they got to the house! Ah dammit! I have to go back but..." He looked down on this discovery. How could he leave such a specimen behind? 'I'll take it with me,' he planned to himself, 'Bring it back to the labs at the house. There I'll be able to study it and protect Gaz.' He heaved the rank body over his shoulder and began to trudge his way back to the house.

-The Massive-

The Tallests were trying all in their power to plan a course of action to take back the virus. But what if had already been released? This scenario had plagued them as they thought of the consequences. Course one: They could wipe out the infection by destroying the infected city and all its inhabitants. The Tallests really liked that plan but then were presented with a safer although not as fun alternative: hire someone to retrieve the virus and eliminate the traitor. "But who has a hate for ZIM as much as us?" Purple once asked. They knew the right Irken for this job.

They went to the screen and awaited the transmission to get through. "And as soon as she's done then we can blow up the city," Red said happily to Purple as they waited. "And best of all ZIM will be out of our way for good." The transmission came through and was greeted by an infamous face.

"Invader Tak reporting for duty, my Tallests."

R&R and I'll bring another soon.