"Human at front door," the computer's monotone voice sounded throughout Zim's lab. He opened his eyes slowly and sat up.

"What?" The alien looked about his room and began disconnecting charging wires from his PAK. "Computer, repeat."

"Humans, front door. Security system being probed."

Zim rose and walked over to one of the security monitors, yawning. He saw two humans in police uniforms, guns drawn, standing on his doorstep. They were knocking on the door and demanding that he come out. Behind them, several humans with guns and odd uniforms stood at the ready. There were several police units and a few strange vans parked on the street in front of his house.

"Computer, analyze uniforms." Zim peered closer at the vans, switching to a different view.

"Analyzing.. Complete. Earth police officers in blue. Unknown persons in white and grey."

Zim frowned. "Search again."

The computer came up with no results.

The police were now banging harder on the door and threatening to knock it down within the minute.

"Warning! Security systems breached. Wireless unit online. Unauthorized persons accessing data," the computer reported.

"Computer, trace the line!" Zim began to panic, not knowing what was going on. It was too early for this shit.

"Tracing.. Line traced to mobile unit position thirty feet from home."

"Show me this mobile unit."

An image of one of the vans parked outside appeared on the screen. Zim's eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

"GIR!" he shouted as he ran to the elevator. "GIR, emergency!"

GIR appeared from behind a cabinet and looked at him.

"Come with me, quickly!"

The robot tottered over to him and stepped onto the elevator as well. Zim took them down to the spaceship. As he was stepping off the elevator, the computer sounded, "Security overridden. Powering down," and was silent. The lights went out as did the power to his entire base.

"Fuck!" Zim hissed under his breath. He darted back to the elevator and unbolted the roof's hatch, sliding it open.

"GIR, follow me." Zim, extending his mechanical legs, began scaling upwards through the shaft. GIR followed him, turning on the magnetics in his feet and simply walking up the wall.

Zim paused as he reached the top. He pried open the hatch leading up into his home and peeked out.

The humans had broken into his house and were searching it carefully. 0ne was busy disconnecting all the cameras while another was assessing the robot parents in the closet. Zim twisted to watch as three of the white-and-grey officers moved through the kitchen. Some had masks on, and others were holding scanning devices. 0ne of the police officers started to turn to where Zim was and he quickly closed the hatch again.

"What is it, master?" GIR asked, stopping beside him.

"Go, open the second floor," Zim commanded.

GIR flashed red in the dark elevator shaft and replied, "Yes, sir!" He dropped off the wall and disappeared from sight. Zim began following him down quickly. He heard a sound above him and glanced up to see the human's prying open the hatch. 0ne shined a flashlight down to where Zim was. He looked away from it and moved faster.

"Stop!" one of the police officers commanded. A bullet skimmed off the wall close to the alien and he cringed against the opposite wall.

A few feet down, GIR had the door open and was watching him.

Zim swung into the second floor and forced the door closed behind him. He began running down the hall, GIR following him closely.

"GIR, the emergency exit!"

GIR dashed ahead of him and turned a corner, disappearing. When Zim got there, GIR was waiting, again, the door open.

"Good job GIR," he panted, needing to praise the robot so he would continue to do well.

GIR squealed and grinned, poking his tongue out.

Zim crawled into the narrow tunnel leading outside and began to ascend. GIR followed.

The tunnel lead out into the back yard, covered by a fake rock. Zim pushed this aside and started to crawl out, only to stop when he saw the human's guns aimed at him. There were at least ten of them in the backyard, and three surrounding him. The others soon closed a circle around him.

"Don't move!" one of them shouted. Another pulled out a radio and began giving orders to the others in the house.

GIR poked his head out of the hole and looked at them. He smiled and waved a hand.

"HI!" Again with the grin.

"Get out slowly and put your fucking hands up!"

Zim climbed out of the hole carefully, raising his hands and looking around at all the officers. GIR clambered out and looked around as well.

"Put your fucking hands up, creature!" one of the officers waved his gun at GIR.

"GIR, defense mode!" Zim shouted. GIR flashed red and launched at one of the humans, taking his gun and beating him down with it with nearly un-seeable speed.

Zim rose on his spider-legs and leaped over the group, grabbing onto the side of the house and holding onto a drain there. He looked down at them. They were obviously torn between him and GIR, waving their guns about wildly.

The little robot was tearing through the humans, leaving dismembered and broken bodies in his wake. 0ne human took aim at him with a shotgun, but GIR grabbed it and swung it at another officer.

Zim looked away as the human accidentally blew away him comrade. He jumped down several feet from the group and dashed towards the fence, ignoring the gunshots and screams behind him.

He grabbed onto the top of the fence and pulled himself to the top of it. Perching there, the alien turned to see how GIR was doing.

The robot had wiped out most of the humans, but more were rushing in from around the house.

"GIR, attack!" Zim called, having complete faith in his robot's ability to destroy the humans safely. The robot turned to them and leaped at the closest, snapping his neck.

Several of the officers stopped short when they saw what was happening. 0ne looked to Zim on the fence. He raised his pistol and took a shot.

Zim felt the bullet clip his shoulder but ignored it, needing to get both himself and GIR out of there safely. He had never been shot before, and assumed it was nothing his PAK couldn't handle. The officer shot again in the moment he had before GIR overtook him, tearing his throat out.

The shot pierced Zim's chest and he fell off the fence, landing on his back in the neighbor's yard, stunned. His ears ringing with the sounds of battle, he stared up at the dark sky. It was only 3:30am. He blinked rapidly and sat up, clutching a hand to his chest.

Hooking the mechanical legs over the fence, he pulled himself up and peeked at the scene. Most of the humans were dead and GIR had taken a few shots himself. 0ne of his eyes was shattered, the other still glowing red. The human blood covering him ran into a few of the places he had been shot, causing sparks to fly.

Zim watched him just a moment, then dropped down and began running from the house, knowing the robot would be safe. As he ran, he extended the transmitter from his PAK and called on GIR.

"GIR!" he said quickly when the robot's image appeared. He was still fighting.

"GIR, go back into the base when you finish. Try to get the ship out and running."

"Yes sir!" GIR replied as he decapitated another police officer.

"Contact me when you are safe."

"Yes—" GIR was cut off by a loud cracking sound. The contact severed after a few seconds, fading to a crackling white noise.

"GIR? GIR!" Zim stopped and turned to go back. He stared in the direction of his base, torn between his robot and his safety. There was really no choice, he knew. GIR had taken too many hits. He could return to collect his body and attempt to re-animate him, but at what risk? Surely the humans would not leave his base any time soon. GIR would most likely be taken away somewhere and examined..

Zim stared a few moments longer, but a painful surge in his chest reminded him that he needed to get somewhere safe. He continued on, going as fast as his shaking mechanical legs would let him. He was losing a lot of blood, and knew he couldn't go much further.

But where to go?

As he crossed people's backyards, one familiar house came into sight.