WHAT LIES BELOW?

By: Homicidal Honey

*Authors note: From what we've seen from Invader ZIM is that 1) here's a whole lotta zombies going on and 2) that there's an underground classroom under the skool that nobody seems to know anything about

Disclaimer: Invader Zim, I feel Sick, and JTHM belong to the big J.V! I own NOTHING. Except for maybe a few OCs. Don't worry it will be few. This is my first ever fan fiction so please ccs and no flames unless it's really, really, REALLY horrible and causes you to projectile vomit. In that case fire away. I personally don't know if I'll do more. Please review so I know what to improve and that some peoples out there are interested*

Warning: first chapter kinda sucks... what it's my first time ever! Give me a break!

Chapter 1: Just your average Monday.

"MOVE IT, MOVE IT! OUT OF THE WAY!" a short green thing screamed as he hurtled down a crowded hallway. Skool children were barely able to move before scraping against the small creature. It was a miracle he somehow avoided being thrown against the green lockers that lined its sides since his face was covered by his hands obscuring his view. Had anyone seen his face...well he would rather not think about the consequences.

Instead he focused on using his antennas to "see". He could use his antennae for somewhat different purposes, though in most cases to detect heat, air movement, and vibration caused by sound, touch, even smell. The result was after using his antennae: five elbow jabs, smelling what every single meat sack had for lunch (he wished he hadn't), and a headache. Ugh this HORRIBLE ROCK REEKED with filthy human filth and noise. Never the less, he managed to make it halfway down the abnormally long hallway before hearing a triumphant cry.

"AHA! YOU WON'T GET AWAY THI-What HEY GET BACK HERE! ZIM!"

Zim didn't need to even peek out of his gloved claws to know who it was. Earthinoids had a stench that was usually tolerable but Dib's. Ugh he distinctly smelled a bit like a dying Hogulus.

Must be that gigantic head of his, Zim thought.

Zim was in so much of a hurry he almost missed his exit...or at least he thought it was. It smelled like the equivalent to a waste disposal room. A very, very smelly waste disposal room. He felt himself skid to a halt and charged through one of the two doors.

After hearing a large amount of high pitched screaming and dodging various beauty products Zim managed to crawl out on his knees, eyes down cast still closed hoping no one saw that. He reached up and patted around before removing a tube from the top bump of his black wig. He managed to run through the other door without whacking his face off the wood. Once he got inside he felt his way along the wall until he reached a bathroom stall. Only when he closed and locked the baby blue bathroom door did he open his eyes.

He willed his standard issue PAK on his back to produce his spare contact lenses. His favorites had been practically DESTROYED by the pig smelly Dib on the playground. He would miss them. They were his only pair that didn't scratch his sensitive-yet AMAZING- beetle eyes. Quickly his PAK popped out two human contacts from the large hole in the center of his PAK and Zim caught them in his hand. After a moment of looking at the large lenses that would soon erase any sign of what he really was, his PAK produced a small mirror attached to a metal arm. His PAK knew him better than anyone else since it was programmed with his DNA, biosignature, and personality.

Strange how the only thing keeping me alive was something so cold and unforgiving, Zim thought as he glanced in the mirror. He felt a strange inkling of ease flow through him as he removed his black wig from his head to straighten it. As soon as he did, his black antennae flicked up off the top of his otherwise smooth, scaled, light-pastel green head. They stuck back away from his face sloping slightly upwards then ended suddenly pointing towards the back of his head like the tips had been broken. After a brief pause Zim gave them a crazy wiggle making them look like flapping pool noodles rather than bug antennae. He gave a small chuckle at this with a smirk.

Suddenly the creak of the bathroom door was being opened. Zim gave a rather loud "gah!" quickly put on the wig and retracted the mirror into his gray and pink PAK. He sat on the toilet seat and began to act human.

"Zim is doing human things", Zim sang/screeched as he quickly put the now shaggy wig on his head, "in this human stall doing uhh whatever humans do in here." Hmm what DID humans do in here? He asked to himself. He was in the middle of putting on his contacts when he heard a sharp click of a camera. "Noooo!"

A hand quickly slid from under the stall door and disappeared out of view.