Well everyone, I'm breaking the promise that I made earlier. I said I wasn't going to update another 'work in progress' story until "Mirrored Reflections" was finished. I wanted to update at least something to give everyone something to read, and it ended up being the Zombie story. Hope y'all don't mind…

Anyways, first let me say Thank-you to all who left a review for the previous chapter: Invader Johnny, CajunBear73, TheRedKommie, Mr. Wizard, Reader101w, kim's 1 fan, and bigherb81. Once again in my book, y'all ROCK!

Disclaimer: The Kim Possible characters do not belong to me, nor do I receive any monetary income from writing this story. (But I wish I did…)

James Possible's Log

My name is James Timothy Possible, and I am the Director of Flight Operations at Middleton Space Center. My daughter, Kim Possible, has asked some of us to write in a log as to what has happened to us from Day 1 of this whole ordeal. Who knows… Maybe the Brass in the Military will see this log and actually pull there… well, I won't get into what I think of the Military here.

For me, everything started on that fateful afternoon at the Space Center…

…x x x x…

June 15th, 12:05pm

"Kepler III come in, do you read… Over." James had been trying to reach the spacecraft for the better part of twenty minutes, and he was really starting to think the worst. "Kepler III come in, do you read… Over."

James sat back hard in the Task Chair set up at his Command Desk and let out a heavy sigh before turning to the man standing at his left. "Frank, can you please play that last transmission from the K-3 for me once again?"

Without a word, the technician pressed replay once again for what seemed like the thousandth time, and a slightly static recording started it's playback.

"Middleton… Do you read, over? I am still receiving telemetry from you guys, but it seems like something is interfering with communications. I'm not sure if you can hear this or not, but here's is the update of our situation. I only hope you receive this in time.

"We've received data from the last Solar flare and it's readings…" Clacking can be heard over the speakers indicating that the person speaking was typing on a keyboard. "My God… According to this, the latest Solar Flare is at a Magnitude of X-5. Do you read Middleton… CLASS X-Five! At least this ejection will miss the Earth… barely, but it looks like it will hit us for sure. We are going to immediately start a Direct Abort Middleton… Do you read… a Direct Abort!

"We are reversing direction, and will engage the Experimental Gravity Drive in an attempt to get out of the way of this Solar Flare. I'm sure everyone hearing my voice realizes the seriousness of this situation. The nearest mass with a large enough pull of gravity for us to emulate is the Earth. We have never tried this before, and the computer systems may not be able to compensate for a safe reinsertion into the Earth's atmosphere.

"I'm just glad that this flare is not going to hit the Earth. I only hope that me and my four fellow Astronauts will survive the speed of re-entry." The voice of the person is barely audible as he is speaking away from the microphone. "Gregory… what is it? (pause) You found what?" His voice then returns to full volume. "Middleton, we have detected an unknown variation of radiation embedded inside this Solar Flare, and it's spreading out like a huge blanket. It will completely saturate the Earth's atmosphere, and we have no idea how the two will react once contact is made. It will hit the Earth in just a few minutes, and then us. I have no idea if our shielding will protect us or not. We are still performing the Direct Abort, and it will commence in 5 minutes. All communications will be lost as we power up for Gravity Emulation. Hope to talk to you soon Middleton. Captain Marcus Kelsey… Out."

That was the last transmission from the Kepler III. The spacecraft was able to land on it's own after white-knuckled reinsertion into the Earth's atmosphere, but the automated systems worked flawlessly. Although the internal dampening systems couldn't handle the intense re-entry, and all four Astronauts perished from the intense G-Forces applied to their bodies.

At least that's what everyone thought as emergency crews entered the craft while it sat, still radiating heat, on the tarmac of Middleton's Space Center. Scorch marks could be seen along both sides, and there were even a few pieces missing from different surface areas. At least there wasn't any damage to the tiles underneath that took the brunt of re-entry heat, nor was there any major structural damage.

It was while James and a few other Engineer-types were congratulating each other on different aspects of the mechanics of the craft, that one of the deceased astronauts was pushed by on a gurney. With out any warning, the astronaut that they thought was dead sat up on the gurney, reached out and grabbed onto Frank's arm and sank his teeth into the man's forearm.

After the two were separated, the astronaut was immediately put into a waiting ambulance that had been called as a precaution, and another was called in at that point to help out Frank. Little did anyone know that it was already too late for him.

The 3 other astronauts were taken into the space center's medical facility, as it was thought only a coroner needed to be called for them. Frank was immediately taken back in to the control room and a makeshift bandage was wrapped around his forearm in an effort to stop the bleeding.

James walked alongside his friend, and noted a peculiar network of veins were starting to emanate from where Frank was bitten. He was a Rocket Scientist, not a Doctor, so he didn't say anything to anyone, plus he didn't want to worry his friend any further.

After sitting Frank down on a chair in the Command Center, an on-staff EMT started to work on the damaged arm. James sat back and out of the way, just trying to be there to show support.

The EMT had changed out the improvised bandage, and was starting to check the man's vitals when Frank's eyes rolled back up into his head before slumping back into the chair. The EMT immediately checked for a pulse, but he could find none. Frank was dead.

"What…" James said with disbelief. "What do you mean… dead? He… he was just talking to us!"

"I know… I know." The EMT said, shaking his head. "I don't understand either. Just before he… succumbed, I noted a spike in his temperature, heart rate, and brain activity, but I thought it was an equipment malfunction. I've never seen anything like that before, nor have I ever heard of anything like that."

Suddenly James saw Frank's arm twitch. "Maybe he's… not dead?" Dr. Possible pointed at the twitching arm, and the EMT saw it as well. Just as he reached over to check for a pulse on the man's arm, Frank's eyes sprang open. He reached up and grabbed the EMT by the head and pulled him in to his face. What James saw next almost made him retch right then and there.

Frank literally bit into the EMT's face and ripped his nose, upper lip, and part of his left cheek off of his skull. On the second bite James heard the crunch of bone, and he ran out of the Command Center with his hands over his ears trying to block out the screams. He immediately ran into the nearest bathroom, and proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach.

After cleaning himself up a bit, James leaned on one of the sinks breathing hard and looked at his reflection in the mirror for a bit before talking to himself. "OK James… get yourself together. There's got to be a logical explanation for what you've seen. A hallucination brought on by the stress of this project? No… I've always been able to handle the stress pretty well since receiving the promotion. Maybe Frank's mind has gone crazy from everything I've asked him to do during this test?"

Then a memory surfaced from his past. When he was in college he had been into reading Fan-Fiction stories concerning his all-time favorite TV Show Captain Constellation. In fact, he had written one. But his memory was one that he had read, and it concerned non-other than…flesh eating zombies.

"Naaah…" He shook his head side to side, and then looked back at his reflection. "Zombies aren't real… are they?"

As if it was an answer to his question, an almost unearthly moan was heard echoing down the hall just outside the bathroom. James immediately shut his mouth, and his head snapped around towards the bathroom entry. A loud thump rattled the door, and James was glad that it swung out, rather than in. Another bang on the door made it bounce open a bit. Then a series of loud thumps echoed through the bathroom, and the last one was hard enough that the door bounced open far enough that he locked eyes with the whitish-yellow orbs of what used to be his friend.

When the ghoul saw James, it's attempts at opening the door increased in ferocity. One of the dead man's hands must have caught on the handle used to pull the door open, as it had stepped back, opening the door wide.

Oh shit… this is really happening. James thought, and the next thing to go through his mind was… I've got to get to my family!

During the now dead Frank's struggles to get the door open, his entire forearm had become pinned in the D-shaped handle on the door. His dead brain wasn't smart enough to pull his arm out. It lurched forward trying to get at his prey, which was James Possible, who saw an opportunity to make an escape.

With all the courage he could muster, James ran at the body of his now dead friend and literally shoved him backwards out of the way. He tried to not hear the sickening crunch of bone as the zombie's arm snapped from the stress of being caught in the handle.

He then ran down the hallway and was able to make it out of the Space Center and to his sports car. Before reaching the door James pressed the key-fob unlocking the door, and slammed it shut just as he got in. He fumbled with the keys and dropped them to the floor. Just as James leaned over to retrieve the keys, a loud smack on the passenger window caused him to snap his head up. Staring at him through the glass was what was left of the EMT!

Most of the skin of his face was missing, exposing a large portion of his skull, and James could also see that a part of his skull was missing where a cheekbone should be. Bare teeth snapped as the zombie began to mindlessly beat on the side window!

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" escaped from his mouth and he was finally able to get the ignition key inserted and turned the engine over. The car barely had a chance to start and James slammed the vehicle into reverse and pushed the accelerator to the floor.

Smoke billowed from the tires, and James then flawlessly performed the old 'Starsky' maneuver by slamming on the brakes and cranking the wheel to one direction. The front end spun around and he immediately slammed the car into drive and left the creature his friend had now become in the proverbial dust.

On his frantic drive home, James saw maybe two or three other 'people' that could have been zombies, but he wasn't sure, and he sure as heck wasn't going to stop and find out. He HAD to get to his family! His next thought was to get to Middleton High and at least pick up Jim and Tim. He wasn't sure if Kim was on a mission, or maybe she was already aware of what was going on and was trying to figure it out. Either way, he could at least pick up part of his family and head to the hospital and get his wife.

…x x x x…

James rubbed his eyes, as they were tired from writing in the low light of an electric lantern. He set the logbook down he was writing in, and stood from his wooden chair to stretch. After popping his neck and lower back, James went to his wife's side and sat on the floor where she was stretched out beside their daughter.

"Any change Honey?" He asked with concern, and Anne shook her head.

"Kimmie has a pretty deep infection, and I only hope that what little medication I've given her will help while Ron is out there finding more." She took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "I hope he gets back soon."

"Me too Anne…" James said while snuggling up next to his wife to get some much needed rest. He would finish his log later when he was more awake. "I hope so too."

James' log will be continued…

Hope everyone enjoyed this addition…

Now I shall go back to finishing "Mirrored Reflection" before continuing this story further…

Oh, and if I don't get a chance later, Happy Halloween to everyone!