This is the continuation of my story "Gundam Evil"

This is the continuation of my story "Gundam Evil". When we last left Trowa, Heero, and Duo they were finding the company of the town to be too stiff to hang around. Eventually they stumbled upon what Duo presumed to be a zombie. Heero might know what's going on, now what?

I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its' logos. They belong to whoever created it/them/whatever. I don't own the Resident Evil series or any of its' logos/characters/whatever. They belong to Capcom, a great company that wouldn't sue an innocent person like myself, because they are such a great company. O_o

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GUNDAM EVIL: chapter 4

By SSJ_Bardock

The three Gundam pilots ran down the street; two of which were following the one in the lead: Heero. Upon stumbling upon a "zombie" as Duo had put it, they decided upon finding out what was wrong with the town. I think that would be wise. Then upon Duo's mention of the word "outbreak" Heero had taken off running. Trowa and Duo had no choice, but to follow Heero.

The three ran down the street. The air was dry and humid. The town seemed to be almost too quiet. To say the least the pilots' suspicions were growing. Heero ran at the front as fast as he could, his feet gliding over the street's pavement. All rational thought had exited his mind. There could be only one explanation he could think of. The document he had gone over earlier at the library had mentioned something about an outbreak, so naturally Heero was heading there.

Trowa and Duo struggled to keep up with Heero's pace. "Where's he going?" Duo asked. Trowa just shrugged and continued to run behind the Wing Gundam Zero's pilot. The only sound now made throughout the town was the sound of shoes on pavement. The stars were hidden behind black clouds in the sky. The moon also seemed to be hiding from the nightmarish town of Belton. Suddenly the silence broke.

RAT-ATAT-TAT-TAT-TAT

All of the pilots stopped in their tracks. "Where's the shots coming from Heero?" asked Duo. Heero didn't answer; he just remained completely still and silent, listening. There was no explaining what the hell was going on, not anymore at least.

"Looks like someone's made a new friend," remarked Trowa, trying to break the silence.

"Never thought I'd see the day. Trowa Barton initiating a conversation," said Duo, smirking.

Trowa just shot Duo a withering glare. Slowly, Trowa began walking forward, toward Heero. Duo did the same. Heero then started walking as well, Beretta92f at chest level. Trowa took out his MP9 as well. Duo shrugged and decided to do the same. Heero rounded the corner and saw it. "Look," he said. About two blocks down was what looked like a pack of dogs eating something. Slowly the pilots continued.

"Zombie dogs?" asked Trowa, raising an eyebrow in Duo's direction.

"The hell if I know," remarked Duo, "Although, if you do look closely it does look like they have some spots of skin missing."

The other too strained their eyes. Yep. Now the only question was: What were they eating? Heero once again raised his gun at the pack and walked forward. From the look of it there were approximately three of them. Trowa stepped back, "Is that an arm sticking out?" he asked, in reference to the corpse the dogs were munching on. Duo looked back at Trowa then at what Trowa had mentioned. He too, stepped backward.

"Man-eating zombie dogs. Perfect," remarked Duo.

Heero didn't flinch; he just aimed his Beretta at one of the dogs' head. Duo and Trowa saw this and aimed their guns as well.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Three shots rang out in the night. One from each pilot, each bullet putting a pooch down for the count. The pilots walked up to the bodies of the undeceased, keeping their guns leveled at the dogs. Trowa turned away again and doubled over. Lying under the pack of dogs was a man. He had his intestines lying on his chest and assorted other body parts lying away from their original spot. Trowa couldn't handle it again and vomited, as did Duo. The man was wearing what looked to be an anti-terrorist uniform. On his vest were the bold letters "UBCS" in the middle of an umbrella. This immediately brought a thought to Heero's mind.

Once again, the document he was reading. He thought he had read something about "Umbrella". The question was: Did this guy work for them? He didn't really have time to ponder it. "Trowa, Duo, get yourselves together. Accepting the facts as they are, there's a slim chance we may make it out of here alive. Now, I don't really know who these guys are, but they don't look like they're fighting on the same side as us," Heero said.

"Why are they here?" asked Duo.

"To stop these things I guess. Then the question of how they knew that these things were here comes to mind," said Trowa, straightening himself.

"Yeah, that is the question, which we're going to find out," said Heero.

"Where are we going Heero? Do you know something we don't?" asked Duo.

"All right. Earlier today at the library, I was reading some OZ files. I came across something top secret that mentioned something about an outbreak. Also about killing any survivors. I'm guessing this is what it meant. Even further into the document it mentioned something about an umbrella, or a company called 'Umbrella'. I think OZ is working with whoever it is to develop these…things," Heero said motioning toward the carnage.

"Than what is a 'UBCS'?" asked Trowa.

"I have no idea, that's why we're going back to the library. There should be more of these guys and we don't know if we can trust them," said Heero. He then bent down and pushed some of the soldier's remains away. Out of the mess he picked up an MP5-N, "But we WILL make it out of this town alive and destroy whatever OZ is working on," he finished.

The three looked at each other for a moment and nodded. "It's decided then, we go on," said Duo.

"We don't have a choice," said Trowa.

"There is always a choice, we've just picked the only road that we could at this current stage," said Heero as he tossed Trowa the MP5-N.

Trowa looked it over and took the clip out. "It's only got 15 rounds left, does that guy have any extra clips on him?" asked Trowa.

Heero kicked the man's intestines around and just tore off the man's vest. He then tossed the vest to Trowa, "You'll have to find them."

Trowa flinched and set the vest down, to go through the random pockets. He found two more clips with the max 30 rounds in both of them. He also pulled out two clips for Heero's Beretta 92f. Duo walked over to the corpse and kicked it over. There were no more goodies on this guy.

"I think they got him early. If he was around longer, he wouldn't have this many extra clips left on him," said Trowa, holding his new H&K MP5-N 9mm submachine gun. He pulled the stock butt up and checked the sight on it, then switched it to its' automatic mode. He then put the two clips into his bag along with his MP9 and slung it over his shoulder. Heero slapped in a new clip in his Beretta. "Let's go," he said. Duo kicked the ground in a defeated manner.

"What's with you?" asked Heero.

"Well, Trowa got a new gun, you got more clips, but I didn't get anything," Duo complained.

"Well, if that is what you're worried about, you should hope we stumble upon another dead corpse," remarked Trowa.

"It's not like that. I just want a new toy to play with," he explained.

"Can we go sometime today?" asked Heero, very annoyed.

"Yeah, fine," said Duo.

The three pilots started once again walking down the street, now packing some more ammunition and a new weapon in the fight against OZ.

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So how was this installment of Gundam Evil? Was it any good? Am I just wasting your time, or am I doing a good job? The only way to know is if you give me a little C&C (comments and criticism). Please review, it's the ambrosia of the authors.