Welcome people, to part 7 of "Gundam Evil" my survivor horror meets anime fan fiction

Welcome people, to part 7 of "Gundam Evil" my survivor horror meets anime fan fiction. So, anyway, a little preview of what's to come in this segment. Heero, Duo, and Trowa continue to stalk through the sewers. Mr. X, is he dead? At this point I'm not so sure myself. Agent Hunk, where is he? Did he get the G-Virus yet? And is he aware of the Gundam pilots on his trail?

Legal Disclaimer: Do I even have to do this anymore? I will anyway, I do not own GW or any of its' logos so don't sue me. I don't own RE or any of its' logos so don't sue me. No one sue me and we'll all get a long fine.

GUNDAM EVIL chapter 9

The trio wadded through the murky water of the sewer. Various objects floated within the water, but the three found it best not to try to figure out what they were. Seeing how they are in a sewer. In any case, Heero continued to lead, blood dripping down his face. He casually wiped it off and continued on. His left arm was really getting to him. Much to his surprise, Mr. X had hit him not as hard as he first thought. Hell, Heero was surprised he was still walking upright.

Trowa walked in silence as usual, skimming over his thoughts. His eyes darted around the tunnel, checking for any threats. You couldn't be too careful in this town. What had bothered him was the whole situation. The town had been turned into a bunch of mutations in one night. He wasn't even sure if that was what was bothering him. Could he be angry with OZ and Umbrella for starting all this? Yes, most definitely. How many more lives must OZ destroy? For what wasn't the first time in his life, he wished he wasn't a Gundam pilot. But would I be one of these zombies if I weren't?

Duo wadded through the water watching Heero and Trowa. He didn't really know what happened back there, but he knew that Trowa was holding out on some important info. Duo could almost sense it. Heero had gotten pretty banged up back there and Duo didn't know what went down. There was an explosion and Duo was surprised that all the sewage hadn't caught on fire. He was sure that both Heero and Trowa knew something he didn't and it was driving him crazy. Another thing that bothered him is why would Umbrella send in that guy if they had started this whole mess. "That guy is after something," said Heero, almost as if he could read Duo's thoughts.

"Yeah, but what?" asked Trowa.

"Something important. Perhaps some information. Perhaps some kind of new creation. Perhaps field research. Who knows?" said Heero.

"I'll bet he's getting paid a lot of money though. No one would go through this for free," pointed out Duo.

"We are," came Trowa's reply.

"True enough, but we've got to find that guy and make him tell us something. I bet Heero wouldn't mind doing the interrogating," quipped Duo.

Heero rolled his eyes and kept on walking. Once again he was forced to wipe the blood out of his eyes and squint to see a head of him. Perhaps that creature did hit him harder than he thought. At that moment, Heero took out the SPAS-12 and loaded it.

Agent Hunk was finally finished wading through the nasty water. He climbed up onto a maintenance ladder and pulled himself out. Someone was following him, he was certain. It wasn't hard to figure out since he had heard the explosion from down the tunnel. Somebody was packing serious heat and he couldn't risk a confrontation at this point. He wouldn't want to risk it if he valued his paycheck and his life.

Whoever it was, he knew that they had met Mr. X. The loud crash had been heard all the way down the tunnel and only something as big as him could have done it. Hunk could also hypothesize that Mr. X was on the receiving end of that explosion.

Finally Agent Hunk made it to the top of the ladder. He walked over the small bridge connecting the two areas and started to climb down the other end. The boots he was wearing clanged off of the ladder steps. He had his MP-5N strapped to his back and a Desert Eagle in his holster. A few flashbangs had found their way onto his belt, they would come in handy, in fact they all ready had. In his first encounter with Mr. X in this town, the flashbang was the thing that got him by the huge beast. From that point on, he had used up all of his shotgun ammo and his Beretta ammo. The damn thing didn't know when to quit.

Hunk jumped down from the fifth step and immediately spun around, MP-5N drawn. He was inside a small room with a metal floor and metal walls. In front of him was a steel door and all around were various cables. A small airshaft was in the right corner of the room. Hunk walked forward, his boots clanging on the floor. He reached out and opened up the door. A small hallway was on the other end. The hallway was painted in a puke green color. "Charming," Hunk said to himself.

He walked forward and raised his gun. Four doors were within the hallway, each one promising escape or death. Coming upon the first door he took a deep sigh and flung it open. Inside were three zombies, which Hunk wasted no time in disposing of. The bodies hit the ground with a loud bang. The room appeared to be a regular office and Hunk exited.

Slowly he came upon the next door and quickly opened that one as well. Inside were various zombies, in various pieces. Two zombies had their stomachs completely blown out and they were lying on top of someone. Numerous shotgun shell casings were lying on the floor. "Somebody had fun," Hunk joked. Once again this room was a small office, with some coats hanging on the wall.

Sighing, Hunk walked toward the third door and busted it open. As soon as he opened the door a licker came flying out at him. He immediately duck and brought up his Desert Eagle. "Say good-bye bitch," he mumbled as he blasted the licker in the skull. The things blood spurted everywhere and brain matter scattered the hallway. Hunk shivered and walked inside.

This also appeared to be a normal office, papers a strewn everywhere. Around the desk was the body of an employee, or what was left of it. The licker had some fun with this guy before he finished him off. On the wall was a lab coat. This peeked Hunk's interest. Turning the coat around it had an Umbrella logo on it. "This guy could give me some useful info," Hunk said to himself. Hunk would need a map, he didn't know the area too well and the briefing was below par as far as Umbrella went.

He searched through the various drawers until he came to a locked file cabinet. He pried the thing open and folders went everywhere. Inside were various memos from Umbrella about development and research. Finally Hunk found the map. Next to the map he found what looked to be a letter. Hunk picked it up and read it.

To whoever may find this,

I have worked for Umbrella for the last several years. Now over that time I worked on a research and development team for new drugs and medicines. It wasn't until I was promoted that I found out I wasn't working for a pharmaceutical company at all, but rather a developer of bio-weapons.

It was on December 16, of the last year that I had first discovered something unusual. One of the shipping and handling crew became slightly ill. When I told him to take some medicine he told me he wouldn't touch anything made by Umbrella. This mystified me for a while. As the days went by he became pale and was itching very often. I paid no heed to it and continued to work.

Following work one day, I was going to see how he was doing. When I couldn't find him, I began to look around. He was lying behind a counter, face down. I began talking to him. That's when he stood up and that is when I noticed the foul stench in the air. He turned around and he was the most sickening thing I've ever seen. The only way to have described it was similar to a zombie from a cheesy B-movie. I didn't know what to do and ran, leaving him behind.

When I told the watch guard of what I had seen he took me to a conference room. He left me there and then three men in business suits walked in. They calmly told me that I hadn't seen anything. When I told them what I had seen they once again said I hadn't seen anything. I didn't catch on until they began asking about my family. With no choice I asked them what they were planning to do to me. The three men smiled and offered me a job.

Now I had to keep what I had seen a secret from everyone. The men had told me that if I didn't, that my family would end up in the same way. At least the job paid good, $600,000 a year. When my wife asked me about the sudden increase in income, I told her I was promoted and nothing more.

My new job had me creating some kind of virus. I wasn't fully aware of it, but I knew it had something to do with that man and his condition. Then it dawned on me when I saw the experiment. A subject was injected with the virus and then he mutated into one of the creatures. I immediately began fearing for the safety of my family and myself.

That's when it happened. The virus was taken and I was told it was going into further "research". I didn't get what they meant until I saw the first one. It was Bob. He staggered around, and I knew he was a zombie. Just like the others he had they gleam in his eye, the gleam of hunger. I had to get out of there and quick.

I ran into my office and locked myself in here. I'm still here and I now write this as several zombies beat on my door. I can only hope that someone will come and save me from this wretched nightmare. I pray now for my family. Please, God, spare them.

Umbrella Research and Development Team

Jim Nebeleski

Hunk sighed and crumpled up the paper. To him, Jim was just another one of Umbrella's victims. This situation was nothing new to "Mr. Death". He had seen more slaughters than one could imagine. Hunk grabbed his gear and walked out the door. Before he closed it, he lit a match and tossed it onto a stack of papers. There could be no confirmation of Umbrella's presence here remaining; it would have to be destroyed.

Seeing no reason not to, Hunk opened the last door and this was also an office. Unlike the others though, this one had a large bookcase in it. Hunk smirked, "Umbrella may be smart in the virus area, but they are dumb as hell when trying to hid an entrance," he said to himself. He walked over and pulled down the bookcase. Behind it was a large steel door. With a slight smirk, Hunk opened the door and walked in.

The large door creaked open and Hunk cringed. If anything were out there, it would know he was coming. He walked through the doorway and was now in a small, enclosed hallway. There were hardly any lights in the tunnel; one about every thirty paces. If anything was in there, this was the perfect environment for them to attack.

Hunk looked around for any threats, not like he would be able to see them anyway. In an attempt to identify if anything was down there, Hunk listened very carefully.

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK

HUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

Hunk cringed. Of all the places for a licker to be, why did it have to be in this hallway? With nothing else to do, Hunk took out his MP-5N and walked slowly toward the noise. He heard one loud "click" and he knew it jumped. Quickly he fired into the dark, his gunfire slightly illuminating the hallway. Finally he stopped firing to hear the satisfying "thunk" of it hitting the ground.

He walked forward into the darkness, wary of his current position. The only sound that filled the hallway was the sound of him walking. Hunk tried to stretch, but he found that the hallway was barely one person wide. "Damn Umbrella. Why can't they make this thing wide open? Hell, why can't they just make their damn labs above ground?" he questioned. He all ready knew the answer to those questions, but he was still pissed off.

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK

HAUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH

Hunk spun around and saw yet another licker in the light. Quickly he brought up his MP-5N and let loose a hail of bullets. The licker caught three in the chest and two in the cranium. Its body spasmed and then fell to the ground in a heap of blood. This job sure was starting to get messy.

Hunk turned around and once again started down the hallway. He could only guess on how long it would take him to get to the labs. The map he had said that it should be half a mile of various tunnels and hallways. Hunk cursed under his breath and started to walk again, eyeing the light patches and the darkness.

Once again Hunk was alone in the silence of the hallways. Then a thought came to his mind, "I wonder how long it will take those punks to catch up with me…" he thought about it for a while and just shrugged. If they did happen to catch up to him, he'd blast them. Umbrella did NOT like survivors one bit. Ever since the Spencer Estate incident, they've been pretty pissed. Hunk also knew that Umbrella was working with another company, but he wasn't sure whom exactly.

For the moment he really didn't care about anything, so long as he survived the wretched hellhole of Crestfalls, Florida. This place was in about as good shape as Raccoon City was. The lights swung back and forth and Hunk immediately got on his guard. "They shouldn't be doing that," he said to no one. Something was messing with the wires and that wasn't good. The light was the one thing keeping the Umbrella Agent sane at this point. "Fuck, time to go back to work," he said as he began to run forward.

The trio of the Gundam pilots were still wading through the water. They had grown pretty tired and would soon need to rest. Trowa had opened up a bottle of water and took a quick drink. He then splashed some water on his face and closed the bottle. Heero opened one of his own and mimicked Trowa, but instead of splashing himself, he poured the water on his cuts.

Duo meanwhile, didn't really do anything; he just walked with the other two. Up ahead of them he spotted a ladder. "Hey, look," he said as he pointed toward the ladder. Trowa saw the ladder and approached it.

"Looks like someone has been here," he said motioning to the remains of sewage on the steps.

"Yeah," Heero said as he started to climb.

Duo looked at Trowa, who just shrugged and followed Heero up the ladder. With no real choice in the matter, Duo followed Trowa. Heero looked around as he dropped down into the room. The room had a door in front of them and a small airshaft to the right. Then Trowa and Duo dropped down and also looked around. Instead of Heero, Trowa this time lead the three.

They popped open the door and a large smoke cloud came flooding in. Trowa coughed and got down low. The other two followed suit. They walked forward, looking from where the smoke was coming from. Trowa spotted a door and moved toward it. Immediately he covered his eyes once he got to the door. A bright fire flared in the room.

Heero and Duo saw Trowa and walked up next to him, both having similar reactions to his. "Who did this?" asked Duo.

"Obviously the guy we're following," said Trowa.

Heero slammed the door shut, trying to cut off the oxygen to the room. Eventually the fire died down and they re-opened the door. The whole room was a big black crisp. What looked like a desk was completely burnt. Finally once Trowa turned around he saw the body of a licker. It looked like it had its' head blown off. "Yep, he's been here all right," Trowa, stated.

"Ya think?" said a sarcastic Duo.

Trowa once again shot Duo a withering glare.

"Oh and stop giving me those stupid glares of yours. They're getting on my nerves."

Trowa gave Duo another glare, as if taunting the Shinigami.

"I said knock it off Barton. This is the last time I'm telling you," warned Duo.

"You better watch yourself Duo. DON'T push me," said Trowa.

Duo scoffed and shoved Trowa into a wall. Trowa then immediately pushed Duo to the floor.

"Knock it off you two," said a rather stoic Heero.

"Stay out of this psycho," answered Duo, "This is between me and Mr. Robot here."

"This is the LAST time I'm warning you Maxwell," began Trowa with a tongue of acid, "Don't push me or you WILL get hurt."

"OH, so now you think you can do some damage. All right then Trowa, bring it on!" yelled Duo as he charged Trowa.

Trowa ducked under Duo's punch and landed one of his own on Duo's jaw. This caused Duo to stumble backward and Trowa tackled him to the ground. Immediately Trowa began slugging Duo in the face. Duo finally managed to get Trowa off of him and he stood up. Trowa also got to his feet and Duo wiped the blood from his cut lip.

"You're going to pay for that Barton."

"ANY time now Duo. Any time."

"Prepare then, Barton!" yelled Duo as he charged the Heavyarm's pilot.

Trowa dodged left and landed a kick to Duo's ribcage. Quickly jumping back to avoid further beating, Duo regained his composure. This time it was Trowa who charged. Duo dodged Trowa's punch and gave Trowa a knee to the gut. This caused Trowa to double over in pain and Duo seized the opportunity to backhand Trowa. Trowa filled with anger rammed his shoulder into Duo's midsection and rammed Duo into the wall. Immediately he began his barrage on Duo's kidneys. Duo started coughing and a slight trickle of blood leaked out of his mouth. Heero all the while, had opened a bottle of water and was sipping on it; watching the two.

"Trowa's got him beat. It shouldn't take more than a minute," said Heero as he sipped his water slightly.

Well, well, well. Little notes. In the letter the man said he was developing drugs. This doesn't mean Heroine or LSD. Umbrella is a pharmaceutical company, which means they make stuff like aspirin, those kinds of drugs.

Duo made reference to Trowa as "Mr. Robot" now he said this to taunt Trowa. He was making reference to the fact that Trowa almost never shows emotion, similar to a robot.

What have I done to these guys? Trowa and Duo are at each other's throats. I thought this would add a spin to the story.

Preview of what is coming: Seems like the three are gaining on Agent Hunk, but now with the little scuffle between Duo and Trowa, will they ever catch up? Who will win the fight between Duo and Trowa? Is Heero enjoying the fight? Will Agent Hunk bump off one of the three or all three of them? Does anyone even read this? If you can read this you don't need glasses.