This one is slightly ZAGR and contains zombies, hence the title. I was watching the first season of The Walking Dead the other day and re-watched the part when one of the characters has to shoot her sister because she was waking up as a zombie. It's one of my favorite moments in the series, so it greatly inspired this. Like, really bad. Seriously. If you've seen it, you can probably tell. Lol.

Disclaimer!: I don't own Invader Zim or The Walking Dead. No matter how much I love them both.

He was pale. Too pale. His jadish-gree skin was too white, his black anteannas too limp. His pupil-less magenta eyes that she had come to adore were closed and his eyelids were dark and sickly. His body was lighter in her lap than she suspected it would be and he was too still. Too silent. It was wrong.

She reajusted her arm under his shoulders to be able to hold him a little closer. She touched his face and sniffled, attempting to wipe the blood off of his cheek. It did no good, seeing as they were both covered in it. She tried anyway.

"Everything's going to be okay," she murmered to him, in hopes of him being able to hear her on some level. She sniffled again and smiled, rubbing her thumb across his cheekbone. "Everything's fine."

She received no response, but that was fine. A tear dripped off her cheek and onto his bloodied shirt. She looked down and smoothed out the wrinkles, avoiding the deep gouge of the bitemark on his left shoulder. His dark green blood was still fresh from it and it stained her already-soaked hands, but she didn't mind.

"She's going to kill us all! Do you hear me?! That thing is going to come back and it's going to KILL us! We have to kill it NOW!"

"Leave her alone, Torque! You know who you're talking about! She can handle it!"

She ignored the rest of her team. She didn't care if they didn't understand. It wasn't any of their business to understand. This was between her and her friend. And her brother was right. She could handle it. She could handle anything. She could do it. She didn't want to, oh God, no, but she knew she had to. She wasn't stupid. She knew what doing this meant and she was willing to take responsiblility for it. She could take care of herself. Even if it meant...

She was pulled from that thought and all of her attention instantly snapped to the body in her arms. His eyes were still closed and he was still pale, but no one could mistake the rattling sound of breathing. She stared at him for a second before glancing down at his chest. She pressed a hand to it, and felt the telltale rising and falling of breath. A smile crept back into her features and she looked back at his face eagerly, another tear running down her cheek. The whole camp seemed to fall utterly silent, and she wasn't sure if it was in her head or not, and frankly she didn't care. All she cared about was the fact that he was coming back.

She nearly laughed, and she didn't know why. Tears filled her eyes and her heart pounded in anticipation. She couldn't remember any time in her entire life that she had ever been so happy and so scared at the same time. It felt as if she were being torn apart from the inside. She didn't want to go through with it, but she knew what would happen if she didn't. She knew what she had to do, but she decided not to think about it. Not when she was so happy to see him. Not yet...

His eyelids twitched. They went still for several seconds but his breathing remained steady and rythmic. They twitched again and she held his face encouragingly, smiling. She was too in awe to speak as they slowly slid open partually. He blinked, then they opened completely. He stared up at the sky and her breath caught in her throat. His eyes, once a bright, lively, mischevious magenta, were now greyish and glassy. The color of them looked bleached, still pink but blue and green and grey in some places, a white film over them both that made him look as if he were partually blind. He took another rattling breath and blinked. He stared straight up for a few seconds, focused intently on the sky. But then his eyes, slowly, twitched to the right until they eventually fell on hers.

She stared back down at him and he stared back, never breaking eye contact. She smiled in awe, another tear dripping off her face. "Hi," she breathed. She rubbed his cheekbone with her thumb and he stared at her, blank. She laughed, an absolutely heart-wrenching sound. "Hi, Sweetie."

He stared at her, face blank and eyes distant. Then he opened his mouth slightly and let out a raspy breath. She nodded, still smiling. "Yeah. Yeah, it's me," she whispered to him. One of his hands, resting on his stomach, twitched slightly. He let out another hoarse sound and slowly raised it. She watched as it raised to her face. It gently brushed across her cheek and over her temple, and she chuckled softly. "Yeah. I missed you too."

She felt his bloody three-fingered hand reach the back of her head and grip her hair slightly. She didn't mind. "Welcome back," she said quietly. He took a breath and it rattled in his chest. His glassy alien-eyes never left hers, and she couldn't help but feel unnerved. They were just so... different than the ones she had grown up knowing. They were so... lifeless. Dead. She felt the firmiliar ache in her chest grow and another tear escaped. She sniffled, touching his face as he looked up at her with his hand tangling in her hair.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, the tears coming easier now. She shook her head. "I'm so sorry this happened. I should have been there." He moaned hoarsely and his mouth opened a little more. His fist tightened. "I should have been there for you, and I wasn't. And I'm sorry." She sniffled and held his face, leaning down slightly. He blinked and his mouth opened wider. "But I'm here now." She nodded. "I'm here for you now." He raised his head slightly and lowered his eyes to her neck, mouth opening even wider. His fist tightened on her hair and he tried to pull her closer. She held him tighter and he let out a growl. She ignored it.

"I'm here now. I'm here for you now, like I should be." She held his face and tilted her head down, pressing her forehead to his. He groaned and arched his back, pulling her hair painfully as he tried to bite her jugular. She stared into his eyes and for a second, he stared into hers. "I'm sorry," she whispered, eyes full and overflowing. She let go of his face and grabbed something from her other hand around his shoulders. She closed her eyes and pressed it under his chin. She sobbed.

"I love you, Zim."

She pulled the trigger.