The Thirteenth Human

Prologue: Judgment Day

There were no innocents. Not one person was spared. The religious ones had the same chance of survival as the Atheists, the money in a woman's pocket did nothing to save her, and the color of a man's skin was the last thing anyone cared about. The end of the world bared no prejudice. That is, unless a man's skin was green.

Then it was all that anyone cared about.

He had tried to warn them, for years, he had. Yelling at his father, teachers, FBI agents, everyone. They just called him crazy, tried to lock him up.

Zim had taken the opportunity to unleash a plague upon mankind. Viruses in the air, rabid animals, and deadly plant spores assaulted the immune systems of all organic life on Earth.

Of course, anything equipped with a PAK was protected, since it was part machine.

The only other option was to get off the planet with a ship. Specifically, and Irken ship. They were the only things that the Massive and its armada didn't target. Everything else was burned.

After years of sitting in his garage, Tak's ship was still fully functioning. It took him a matter of hours to escape to the stars after Zim's voice was heard over the skool's speakers.

Greetings, filthy sacks of flesh! I want to be the first to tell you, the hooman race is doomed! You all have a few days to live before you're all infected with my INGENIOUS illnesses. That means you, Dib! You couldn't stop ME, ZIM!

No, no he couldn't stop Zim. Not then. The only choice was to run so that he could live to avenge his race another day.

Now he had a chance. As it turned out, Dib and Mr. Dwicky weren't the only humans in the universe after all.

A limber girl approached him, putting a slim hand on top of his stronger one. A powerful smirk fell across her lips. "We can take the Empire now. We're ready."