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.
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.
