"'He's your brother, Gaz,'" I said in the most nasal, mocking voice I could muster. "Don't let him get any more fights with Zim. Look out for your brother, Gaz.' I'm not his babysitter. If he wants to pick a fight with the weird kid, let him!"

Sometimes Dad majorly ticks me off.

I walked right into Zim's house like I owned the place. From the looks of it they were already fighting. 'Well….I'm already here….it wouldn't hurt to let them battle it out for a couple minutes.' I thought.

Zim was fighting with those spider legs thingies. I was about to call him on cheating when Dib grabbed one of the leg things that Zim was about to cut him with and pointed it towards Zim's chest. I smiled.

I couldn't tell what happened next-whether Zim slipped or Dib overpowered him. Either way the result was the same.

The spider leg stabbed Zim through the chest and poked through his shoulder blade on the other side. Black blossomed on his shirt like a vampire rose. Apparently, aliens have black blood. Who knew?

He looked down at his chest and staggered backwards, spasming a bit, then collapsed in the corner. Dib got up and just stared at Zim with this satanic smile on his face.

"Your leaders hated you," he said. "They only pretended you were an Invader. Despair and die."

He turned around, grabbed a knife off the floor, and walked right past me out the door like I wasn't even there. He was muttering something about Torque Smacky. Zim, gasping irregularly, watched him leave-and then looked at me like I was supposed to do something. I walked over to him and looked at all the blood on his shirt and on the floor.

I guess I was supposed to feel sorry. But why? Everyone dies. The question is how they croak in the end. I guess I was supposed to feel guilty for not stopping Dib. But how?

Zim's talking dog walked out of the kitchen. It froze at seeing its dying master.

"...It's not fair…." He said quietly, looking up at me, tears welling up in his eyes.

The normal red behind Zim's contacts went out like a light. I'd heard that people's eyes closed and they went limp when they died. Not this time. His eyes stayed open and every muscle was tensed. The little lime green dog wailed and cried for its master-I was cruel, but I didn't have the heart to tell Gir that Zim was dead.

I turned towards the door, already planning to place an anonymous phone call to the Police Department and then curl up with my Game Slave, when a horrible realization came to me.

Zim still had my Game Slave.

I started to choke up. Without my GS, I couldn't hope to last two days without losing my mind.

I looked back at the dead body. I could either tear this place apart and go insane looking for it, which could take days, or…

Dib had been ranting about some pet cemetery and a burial ground for the past month or so. It was insane, like all of Dib's ideas were, but insane might just work…

"Gir," I said. The robot dog stopped crying for a moment. "You think you could carry him at least a mile?"

He nodded.

"And do you know where the shovels are?"