ZimVader0017

Chapter 03 Author’s POV "Why am I even doing this?" Dib questioned himself for the hundredth time. He decided that his compassion was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it fueled his determination to save mankind no matter how badly mankind treated him. A curse because it was the reason he was currently carrying a wounded irken on his back. After he managed to take as much supplies as he could carry (he wished he could take more, but knew not to be selfish in situations as these), he took off his trench coat and placed his backpack under it. The reason was that it would serve as a buffer between his body and the alien

Chapter 04 The next morning, after modifying his Cruiser to be able to carry a baby safely, Zim set out to the city. He had welded GIR's guidance chip into the robot's head to make sure that they didn't get lost again. He was NOT going to ride those horrible city buses again if he could help it. He had done some research over the years and realized that it was true what the strange philosophical human the hi skool had invited for some stupid "cultural" speech said: 'people rarely look up', so taking the Voot Cruiser wasn't going to be an issue. He didn't fly it too lowly anyway just in case, but at the same time tried to stay clear of the hu