A/N: Highly based off of the tumblr question: "can a ghost and a zombie come from the same person?" So your going to see some of the responses to it in here.

This story will be like short comic strips; so no real plot involvement will take place (but there will be one eventually).

Disclaimer: The following idea of the story and characters are based on tumblr questions/quotes and Butch H.'s Danny Phantom. The author PloThief takes no credit.

+DEAD PEOPLE RUIN EVERYTHING+

"You know, surprisingly, they don't sell a lot of brains in the local 24-hour grocery store around the corner from my house."

-Rusty Fisher

"So why can't you guys just eat grains or something?" Phantom asked non-chattily. He of course new his counterpart would not give an actual answer, seeing that Fenton was too busy trying to catch and eat him. He went intangible a split second before Fenton ran into him, letting the zombie get a mouthful of the brick wall behind him. "You wouldn't be deadly, but super annoying. Just image you and your buddies dragging yourselves everywhere to break into people's houses to steal their bread and shit. Much better than all this loafing around. Am I right?"

Fenton apparently got tired of the conversation (or running into walls- he can never be entirely sure), because with a guttered groan he stumbled to tear through garbage on the other side of the street. Phantom sighed. No one appreciated good comedy these days. He was seriously tempted to join Fenton in the dumpster diving, but decided against it once he saw the rat-thing-carcass and eyed the scene instead. Empty cars…broken windows…smoke, trash, blood stains and bits of gore everywhere… Looks like it could have been a nice city. Busy, probably overflowing with the Infected, but nice.

Oh, who was he kidding- the place looked like it made contact with a rotary motor with half an umbrella wheel. Whatever the hell that means. Stupid sayings, stupid zombie apocalypse. How the heck did this happen in the first place?

Phantom grimaced. He knew the answer to that too well…

…

Okay maybe he didn't, but he can name the month/day/week that the Infection screwed up his life. and vise versa. Technically the whole ordeal started a few weeks ago, but at the time the government was trying to sweep it under the rug and Amity had more pressing matters to deal with- aka the ghost influx. That and the ghosts acting weirder than usual should have been the big clue, but it turns out that becoming a sleep-deprived caffeine addict to catch ghosts makes you an oblivious moron. "I'm tired of getting eaten by mindless hordes!" Alright, whatever. Didn't even need to pull a punch. Wanted to enjoy the world before humanity was annihilated? Tough luck, back in the Ghost Zone you go.

Good ole' Sam and Tuck, trying to be nice and let him take a night off. He said no, he KNEW it was a bad idea, but did they listen? Nooo. They just had corpse carry him from that park bench as he slurred repeatedly that he could take on an army.

"An army of teddy bears, maybe." Sam had scoffed. "But even then I would root for the bears."

"Noooo. I'd win. Imma big boy." Or something like that he replied. He couldn't remember. He did recall though losing his left shoe somewhere along the way. Whatever he said, Tucker thought it was hilarious.

"Big boy? What I wouldn't give for a camera right now. Prime blackmail material!" Oh yeah, Danny definitely remembered trying to kick him. "Sadly I don't have one, so I'll settle with the next best thing. Twenty bucks that we can take care of amity tonight without you. Sounds good?"

Not one to back down, he shouted out a higher deal or something about the Kool-Aid man. Whatever it was he got weird looks from both of them before one of them opened the door to his room and tossed him on the bed. The last thing he remembered was Sam voice.

"Really, it's not like we haven't done this before. Get some rest, Danny. The town can survive one day without Danny Phantom."

THE NEXT DAY

"Well, shit." That was all Danny could manage at the sight of a mushroom cloud erupting outside his bedroom window. It was far away, but even inside he could feel the heat. In the distance he could hear a symphony of sirens, panicked voices, and general mayhem all around. Tucker totally owed him fifty bucks.

Which naturally meant that he went to Sam's house first before he dealt with all this, for witness purposes and what the heck was going on.

And in his hurry he missed that there was something wrong with the swaying guy concerning this lady in a dead-end ally. Oh sure, he stopped to save her by blasting the guy into a dumpster (and then got whacked by a purse as her thanks before she ran away screaming), but it didn't even cross his mind that half the man's face looked deteriorated and he was growling. Nope, stupid him just flew off. Unsurprisingly the uptown area looked less damaged then the rest and a lot more deserted. Sam's house looked perfectly unscratched.

"Hey Sam, open up! I need to know what's happening and I want those fifty bucks!" There wasn't any answer, but he could see through her bedroom window she was still in bed. That was bit concerning "I'm coming in Sam."

He phased through the window. Nothing looked out of place or wrong; Sam was just groaning and had buried herself in a pile of blankets. Either she got sick or being grumpy from staying up so late. In normal scenarios Danny would be a good friend and let her rest, but today was not the case. So naturally he turned human and began jumping on her bed.

"Come on Sam, wake up. I know you're not an early bird but its fire and brimstone outsi-!"

There was a white-hot searing pain in his leg, and guess what was the cause? Sam-zombie Sam- biting and tearing at his leg almost clean to the bone. It was all screaming and panic after that, with him, somehow managing to blast and lock her into her closet. He was able to get a good look at his wound and cauterize it afterwards, but the damage was done. By the time reality sank in about Sam and what was going to him, it was too late. In his last delirious human moments, he prayed that his family and friends wouldn't come looking for him.

Phantom drew a deep breath and glanced to his present counterpart. It was a surprising relief to wake up and find himself a ghost and not a brain eating monster (or worse- a combo of the two), and even more shocking to be attacked by said brain eating monster-self moments later. The first days of his new life consisted of him destroying zombies and trying to get survivors to safety while his zombie self-remained tied up, gagged, and locked inside Sam's bathroom. Those first days were hell; he saw family and friends turn on each other. People he knew or recognized got infected, eaten alive, gunned down, blown to shreds or died from other grimly fates. Some survivors couldn't handle it and took their own lives when they could. Others sacrificed themselves to give someone a chance. That's how his parents died, saving Jazz.

While you were asleep we went to the mall. They came in waves.

His family fought at first, but in the end then they were overwhelmed.

Mom and Dad kissed me goodbye. "Take care of Danny and stick together. We love you both so much. Stay safe. Now go on, let the adults handle these creeps!"

Jazz is safe in the ghost zone now. He told her what happened and what he was planning to do. She argued of course, she had smart reasons and his plan was on the pothole side of stupid street, but he be damned if he let her stay with him in this hell-fucked place.

"You better come back here no matter what." She warned him before stepping into the Specter Speeder. "Or so I will come there to bring you back myself. Even if it means searching the whole globe for you!"

He destroyed the portal after that, and the one in Vlad's old mansion. But that was years ago. A lot of nothings and somethings have happened since then. He's been around the whole world and back, and everything is pretty much the same. He still liked wandering the states though, America will always remain his favorite hellhole. Personal sentiment and all that, plus he would miss home. Phantom gave himself a small smile. About time he visited there too.

"Come on, Fenton. Let's take a little trip to Amity!" He went semitransparent and held out his arm. Immediately Fenton latched on to it with his teeth. When the gnawing was deep and snug, Phantom shot up into the sky. "There's someone there I want us to see, and he still owes me fifty bucks."