He was running as fast as he could. He could barely breathe, maybe because there was a giant wound in his abdomen. He was bleeding out as he ran but it didn't worry him much, his PAK would take care of that. What he was worried about, was fainting. He could feel it, his body drained of almost all life, feeling like he couldn't move yet he kept running fast, holding onto his abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding by applying pressure with his hands and arms. His mind raced as he ran to safety, ran to a place to heal and recover, to a place where he could be protected from that human. He couldn't believe it, he, Zim, was weak.

On the other hand, that human, Dib, was chasing after Zim. Trying to catch up, trying to explain. Yes, Dib hated Zim, and Zim hated Dib… But this was an accident, besides; He needed Zim alive if he was to prove he was an alien.
Zim slammed the door to his Base behind him. "COMPUTER! ZIM NEED'S… uhh… healy-thingy… NOW!" the computer beeped in an annoyed voice, Zim pulled his gloved hands off his abdomen to check the wound, it had stopped bleeding, and it had a small layer of green skin now. But he couldn't be too safe. Before he could do anything, robotic hands stretched down from the ceiling with a gauze-looking role. His midsection was quickly wrapped by the arms in the gauze; stinging a little but it was better. Gir had just come up from the toilet, holding a small rubber pig and a doughnut.
"GIR! Quickly pack up your little piggy's and whatever else you have; we're leaving!" Zim commanded; but as usual, the cyan eyed robot stood there blankly and somewhat sad.
"Awwwww why? I was playing Gimme Doughnuts with the Piggy!" Gir told him as he waved the doughnut and rubber pig in the air almost in Zim's face.
"GIR, THIS IS SERIOUS! No games Gir, pack your things! The Mission's been compromised!" Zim pretty much yelled but with deathly meaning. Gir saluted Zim with his eyes glitching Red but turning back Cyan as he walked in front of the television, turned it on, and started watching the Scary Monkey Show. Zim sighed then jumped as he heard banging on the door.

"ZIM! Will you let me explain!? I didn't mean to-" Dib was cut off when Zim opened the door, looked Dib up and down with a scowl, the shutting the door in his face; knocking him to the ground. Dib stood up, dusting himself off. 'What a jerk.' Dib thought. He pulled out an odd device from his pocket, placed the bowl-looking end of it to the door, and listened. He could hear everything said, even the Scary Monkey Show music. He heard ruffling noises, then he could hear Zim say clearly; "Come on Gir! We need to leave!" Dib suddenly went ridged. 'Why does Zim need to leave? Where is he going? Is the armada actually coming!?' Dib's mind raced with questions. He slowly opened the door, luckily, only Zim's dim-witted robot was there and watching that monkey show. Dib made his way to one of the Base entrances, he looked around; No Zim in sight. "Good! Now, where is that ship of his….?" He asked himself; looking around. He spotted Zim's Voot Cruiser, and climbed into the back of it. It would have been easier to use Tak's ship, but by the time he came back, Zim might not be there.

Dib had been sitting in there for about a good hour before he heard Zim near the Voot. Dib made sure to be extra quiet, if he was discovered he didn't know what he'd do. Gir and Zim had entered the Voot, Zim looking very paranoid.
"I still can't believe you left the door open, WHEN I WAS THE LAST ONE TO OPEN IT!" Zim half yelled. Gir just looked at him with a dopey expression.
"Well maybe you left it open?" Gir asked with his usual dopey smile. Zim frowned at him.
"I never leave the door open…" Zim stated. There was a moment of silence.
"You're funny when you're mad!" Gir pointed at Zim's face, breaking the silence. The Scathe-haired Boy hiding in the back couldn't help but smirk.
"Now Gir, on to our new Earth-Base!" Zim stated proudly as the Voot took flight, flying straight in the air and hovering over the Base. Zim pressed a button and the house collapsed into the earth and a small screw-like object flew at Zim, who caught it. They darted into the sky, an earth map appearing on the Voot's screen. "Now, where should we make our new Base…?" Zim questioned.

"Oh! Can we go here? It looks like a boot!" Gir said happily, pointing to an earth country named Italy. "I WANNA LIVE IN THE BOOT!" Gir yelled.
"No Gir. We are not living in a boot." Zim said blankly. "How about here? This little island looks good. Hmmm Great-Britain, Humans sure do name things oddly." Zim said as he tapped the island on the screen. A Computer's voice rang out: "Destination set for: Great Britain." And with that the Voot Darted off.