Dib and Zim just left the tent and were out on a hunt for werewolves and vampires. "So where are we supposed to find a werewolf or vampire?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, I don't think we'll find a Vampire out here anywhere. But since it's," Dib looked at his watch, "9:15, we should be hearing a howl soon and we trace it from there. Right now we look around for evidence that a werewolf was aver here."

"How do we do that?"

"Look for a dead body of an animal and we trace when it died, what killed it, and where the creature that killed it went."

"Sounds disgusting. Do I have to touch it?"

"No, we look around it. You don't have a nose, but you can smell right?"

"Like a Maymer," Zim boasted. Dib looked confused so Zim explained. "A Maymer is a very rare creature on one of Irks conquered planets. It is a planet that is entirely filled with alien animals. Some are rare and some aren't. The Maymer is one of the best smellers, and fighters. If you can defeat one you are an ultimate being. There are lots of them, except many aren't worth fighting."

"Oh. Have you ever killed one?"

"Yes. But it was a fight for my life, not just an attempt for honor. No one was there to prove it, so not many believe me, and they don't give me my rightful honor."

"They should. That's not fair."

"Yes, well," Zim changed the subject, "should I start looking?"

"Yaeh." And Zim, who had already taken out his contacts and took off his wig, began to expertly search the surrounding area for any sign of a fight or dead animal.

"Found it come with me," and they raced down a random path to whatever Zim smelled. It took twenty minutes and soon dib could smell the carcass too. They soon stopped in front of a large moose, blood was everywhere and its guts were coming out of its body. Dib started to look around, but Zim stopped him. "This way," he said pointing and walking in the direction that blood and human-wolf footprints headed.

A ways down the road Zim stopped so suddenly that Dib ran into him like a brick wall. Zim's antennae twitched and he coldly and urgently commanded, in a low voice, "Get on my back!"

"Huh?" Dib was hesitant.

"I said get on my back!" Zim turned slightly so he could take a look at Dib and a Leg shot out of Zim's PAK and grabbed hold of Dib, and pulled him to Zim's back.

Dib quickly wrapped his arms fiercely around Zim's neck and held on tight. The leg let go of Dib and three more shot out of the spots on Zim's PAK and they were lifted up high. Dib quickly wrapped his legs around Zim's torso and snuggled his face into the back of Zim's uniform; he was scared out of his wits.

"What are you doing?"

"It's chasing us!" Zim pointed to the ground were a rather large, grizzly, hairy, and very ugly Werewolf followed.
"AHH!" Dib yelled and snuggled his face back into Zim's shoulder and his grip tightened more so.

"Not so tight! You're squishing my squeedly spooch!" Zim screeched.

"Sorry," and Dib loosened his grip, but not much. Dib looked over and for a moment he could have sworn he saw Gaz in the lake playing with Gir, but a tree swiped his view from him; but the laughter was distinct.

Zim's PAK legs maneuvered through trees and around big rocks. They came to a small mountain and Zim scaled it to the top with dib on his back, and the Werewolf following snapping at the legs. They came to a small cave at the top and stopped in front of it. Zim turned and the wolf thing came at him biting one of the front legs. Zim waved the long, metallic in the air in an attempt to get him off.

He slung the leg this way and that and soon the creature flung off the leg and landed hard on the ground dangerously close to the edge. It thumped to the ground with loud and painful whine. Dib flinched at the sound. Zim just took a PAK leg and stabbed the poor creature in the leg. It howled a piercing and painful howl and whined.

"That's what you get for damaging my PAK leg!" Zim spat at it. His PAK set him down and they slinked back into his PAK. Dib jumped down from Zim and backed a few steps away. "What's wrong, Dib?" Zim asked, his antennae twitching and picking up Dib's threatened and scared emotions. "It is hurt and cannot hurt you."

"It's not that. I didn't know you could do such a thing!"

Zim stepped forward and Dib stepped back. "Dib! What is your problem? It would have killed us if I hadn't! At least it's not dead!" Dib flinched at the word dead. But he soon gave in

"Ok, ok. You're right. Thanks." Dib stepped closer, but still kept an eye on Zim.

"So what do we do with it?"

"I don't know. I didn't think we would find it!"

"Well maybe we should –" But Zim was cut off by another howl. They were both frozen in fear.

Dib slowly turned to see a much bigger and uglier Werewolf coming out of the cave. Dib stared wide-eyed and started shaking violently. Zim heard the howl and now the deep growl that the creature emitted was even louder now that Dib had saw it. Zim started to shake as well and he looked at the injured Wolf. It looked back at him and it seemed to smile and snicker at him, as if its daddy or mate just showed up and they were dead meat.

Zim glared at the hurt wolf and silently cursed it for everything. Dib started to scream as the Werewolf advanced on him. He yelled, "ZIM! Snap out of it! Run! RUN!"

In a moment Zim did snap out of it. He turned around and all four PAK legs shot out and stabbed the creature; it didn't do much. Zim grabbed Dib by the wrist and ran to the right of the cave and stopped at the edge. They turned and Dib, now in front of Zim, let out a silent scream as the creature came full speed ahead towards them.

Zim, then, did something he never would have before; he pushed Dib to the side as the monster tackled Zim, just barely missing Dib. The monster and Zim both went off the side of the cliff and down about 20 feet to a out stretched pile of rocks. They hit the ground and it howled louder than ever and Dib had to cover his ears. Zim and Dib both screamed and yelled as the monster was just inches from Zim's face.

Dib ran over to the wounded Wolf and pulled out a gun. He had hidden it and forgot about it. It was loaded with silver bullets. He pointed and shot the Werewolf and killed it. He then ran over to were Zim and the Wolf fought. Zim was being mauled and he couldn't do much about it; he was held down.

Dib pointed and fired hitting the animal. It only did enough to make it come up there to be were Dib was. When he got there He leapt for Dib, but Dib shot him three more times. He went down this time, but he wasn't dead. Then squish! Crunch! Zim had stabbed the beast four times with his PAK legs and the creature went down with a 'thud'.

"ZIM!" Dib rushed over and picked up the limp body. Zim was bruised and scratched and bleeding.

"I'm ok, Dib. My PAK will heal me in less than an hour."

"I hope so," Dib said and started to carry Zim down, back to the tent. Half way there Zim could walk again and looked way better.

And soon they got back to the tent…