Welcome to part 8 of
my survival horror meets anime. This is "Gundam Evil" and it is not the FIRST
RE/GW crossover (I recently found one submitted earlier), but the other one…well…sucks
and I'm proud this one, which is good from what you're telling me, is mine. ^_^
Anyway, I'd like to apologize for keeping everyone waiting (damned writer's
block!). I know you were on the edge of your seats the whole time waiting (yeah
right). So, in the last chapter, Agent Hunk had found the passageway to
Umbrella's labs. Duo and Trowa engaged in a brawl and Heero… well Heero is just
kicking back, drinking water.
Legal Disclaimer: It's standard business. I don't own anything except the idea for this story; so no one sues me and it'll all work out okay.
GUNDAM EVIL CHAPTER 10
By
SSJ_Bardock
Agent Hunk, the Umbrella operative ran down
the dimly lit passageway, looking for whatever was causing the lights to shake.
No doubt it was another one of Umbrella's creations, ready to pounce at a
moment's notice of food. Yep, Hunk loved his job. Thinking of it now, it could
be just about anything; maybe a zombie stuck in some loose wiring, maybe a
licker on the ceiling, hell, maybe the MA-121s were loose. "I hope not," he
said to himself.
The MA-121s
were a real pain in the ass. They just didn't know when to quit. Then, to top
it off, Hunk was running a little low on ammunition. Carrying only his MA41
assault rifle and a Desert Eagle with one clip. That is when Hunk came upon a
little bit of luck. As he was running down the hallway, his feet caught on
something and he tripped. In the dark, he couldn't have known what it was, so
immediately he started shooting it. Only when his gunfire slightly lit up the
passageway did he see it was a man in a lab coat. The man was already dead,
probably would've turned into a zombie if not for Hunk's instant reaction.
Now the man's
vital organs were splattered on the wall and Hunk was now down ten more rounds.
"Shit!" he yelled at himself. It wasn't really his fault, but he was under
pressure. In any case, Hunk got back to his feet and walked over to the body.
Squinting to see anything, he finally gave up and just dragged the body into
the nearest light. Once he did, he noticed it was indeed, an Umbrella lab coat.
The man had an everlasting look of fear in his eyes. From the way his torso
was…ripped open, it looked like a licker's work. "Poor bastard," Hunk silently
said. That's when he noticed the man holding something, well, something was
strapped to his arm. Hunk rolled the man over to reveal a Heckler & Koch
MP-5N. No doubt the man had gotten it out of storage once all hell had broken
loose. Silently, Hunk picked up the gun off of the man's body and checked the
clip. It had a good twenty-five rounds in it. Hunk silently thanked the man and
once again, started down the hallway.
Hunk strapped
the MP-5N to his back and once again, took a firm hold on his M4A1. Going
farther down the hallway, it seemed that the air was getting colder. "Most
likely a storage area," he said to himself. What Umbrella was cooking up down
there, Hunk had no idea. Though, most likely it was the usual: zombies, MA-23s,
some lickers, maybe a couple MA-121s. Suddenly Hunk felt an air rush and he
dropped to the floor immediately. Flying over his head was a licker, once
again, WAS a licker. It didn't have much time left in its twisted life as Hunk
let loose a barrage of bullets, ripping into the things cranium. With a 'thunk'
it hit the ground, breathing its finale breath.
If he had time
to sit on his ass all day, you can bet that's what Hunk would have done, but he
didn't. Quickly he got to his feet and once again, took off down the dark
hallway. He was really beginning to hate this job, as if he didn't before. The
casualties didn't really bother him that much, he had seen too much to let it
get to him. After all, Mr. Death was the most experienced on Umbrella's team.
The only question running through his mind was how long could he possibly avoid
death? He'd die one day, even despite his remark to the chopper pilot in
Raccoon City; the death can die. It was only a question of how long it would
take. In his line of work, it could come at any single moment.
Hunk continued
running down the hallway, the air filling his lungs with the stench of death.
The stench was more present here than anywhere else. Of course, he was near the
labs, where all those dumb ass scientists' bodies were. That's where all the
experiments were held. That's where the goddamn G-Virus mutations were. Hunk
had minimal experience with the G-Virus. He had to go through a type of
obstacle course of the G types. Everything from zombies, dogs, spiders, and
lickers were put in his way. Of course, they all went down the same; a shot to
the head put them down for good.
Finally Hunk
remembered the lights swaying back and forth and he realized that the creature
doing it must have been close to him. He stopped in his tracks and listened
carefully for it.
CLICK CLICK CLICK
HUUUUAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH
Just
a dumb licker. Listening in on its position, he finally took a guess and fired
wildly in the general area. He heard the thing scream out in pain, as the
bullets tore through its midsection. Once again, that all too familiar 'thunk'
of its body hitting the hard linoleum floor filled Hunk's ears. With a short sigh, Hunk continued on his
way. Hunk then decided that he'd have
to have a talk with the heads at Umbrella about getting some good damn lights
for their hallways. His encounters were just too nerve racking for him. Maybe
the job was finally taking its toll on Mr. Death.
He started once
again down the hallway towards the Umbrella labs. Then, a sudden thought came
to him, I wonder who's following me…? For the moment though, his
thoughts would have to be centered around the labs and retrieving the G-Virus.
If he didn't retrieve the G-Virus, he didn't want to think about what Umbrella
would do to him. Agent Hunk had seen people who had failed…it wasn't pretty to
say the least. There were only a handful of people who had survived Umbrella.
They were the survivors of the Raccoon City incident and the Spencer Estate
incident. They were on the top of Umbrella's black list. There was one other
that puzzled Hunk and that was former Umbrella employee, Albert Wesker.
Albert Wesker,
what could be said about that guy? Personally Hunk didn't, hadn't, known the
man, but from what he heard, that guy was bad news and a nuisance to Umbrella.
How that guy survived, Hunk didn't know and frankly, didn't give a damn about
at the moment. "Fucking Umbrella! Why the hell didn't they just mass produce
the damn G-Virus instead of only making one other copy?! Dumb fucks," he
complained.
Finally he came
upon a large steel door marked "P-Labs 142-176". With a long sigh, he gripped
his M4A1 assault rifle and opened the door. Behind the door was a large room
with steel walls and floor. There was a huge carpet in the middle though with a
large Umbrella logo on it. The walls were a dull gray color and various
paintings hung off the walls. Scattering the room was turned over tables and
chairs. The spooky thing was, there was not a single drop of blood anywhere.
"Looks like someone was out of here in a hurry," he mumbled.
Ahead of him was
a small rectangular door and to his left was another door. He thought for a
moment about the plans for this lab and he decided to go straight ahead.
Crossing the room he looked around a little bit. Next to the door he came
through was a small booth with various wires and other technological stuff.
"Most likely a check point," he said.
The doors were
motion operated so he could keep his guard up at all times. Suddenly the door
to his left rose up. Coming through the door was a zombie. The zombie was wearing
a white lab coat and gloves. Hunk had no time to worry about the specifics, so
he immediately pulled back on the trigger. The bullets sprayed forth and tore
into the zombie's body, making it fall backward. The zombie fell backward very
awkwardly and landed on a small coffee table. Hunk quickly ran over and shot it
in the head, putting the zombie out of action for good.
Hunk once again
headed back to the door and passed through it. He was now in a hallway made of
complete steel. Slowly he walked down the hallway and stopped at the first door
he came to. This door unlike the others, he had to open by hand. In the chance
that a bio-weapon got loose, they didn't want it to be able to leave the room,
let alone the lab. Then, if the B.O.W. did somehow manage to get out of the
room, it was something special, that is, if it wasn't a Tyrant, Nemesis, or any
other creature that could forcefully break out.
Hunk grabbed
the handle and quickly pulled open the door. Inside were a small desk, a chair,
and some filing cabinets. Seeing no reason to stick around, Hunk left and went
on to the next room. His boots clanged off the steel floor, just like everyone
else who worked in the business. Being alone could have some very negative
effects on you if you still had not adjusted to this way of life. Friends had
no place here. That is why Hunk never bothered to get to know any of his squad
at any moment. Especially seeing as how he was always the only one who
survived. Finally Hunk came to the door and with a long sigh, opened it.
Inside this
room was once again, nothing out of the ordinary for an office. There was a bookshelf,
desk, chair, computer, and various other things that had no place in a lab
developing B.O.W.s. Hunk's job could get boring at times and this was it. He
wasn't sure if he'd rather be blasting away zombies or walking and finding
nothing for five hours. Once again, Hunk left the room and went to the next one
in the hall.
He quietly
walked up to the door and kicked it open with his boot. The door slammed off
the wall with a loud bang. Looking inside there was nothing yet AGAIN. "Damn
it. Where are all the mutants and crap like that?" he sighed, most likely he
wouldn't find anything here. Knowing Umbrella, the virus was most likely in the
floor farthest from his current position. Hunk couldn't even remember how many
floors there were to this lab. With his luck there were probably twenty-five
basements.
Still, Hunk
continued on his way, looking through the offices. This job could really suck
sometimes. The next office held nothing as well and a frustrated Hunk punched a
wall in anger. "I better find the damn thing quick. I don't want to spend
anymore time here than I need to," he said and gave a slight chuckle, "Boy am I
going to have fun setting the self-destruct sequence on this place…"
Heero continued
to watch as Trowa gave Duo the beating of his life. Duo was just outclassed by
the Heavyarm's pilot. Once Trowa had started on Duo's kidneys, it was all going
downhill for Duo. Heero all this time was just standing back, sipping his water
slightly, and watching the fight. It was starting to get quite boring at the
moment and in a minute, if things didn't slow down, he'd have to intervene.
Duo reeled back
in pain as Trowa landed another right cross to the Shinigami. Finally he put up
a hand to stop the fight, submitting to Trowa. Trowa stopped his assault on the
Deathscythe pilot and turned around. Silently he picked up his bag and turned
to Heero. Heero put the cap back on his water and set it back in his bag.
Without looking at either of them, he slung it over his shoulder and looked
around.
Duo needed time
to breath so without looking, he leaned over and rested his hand on the door to
his side. What Duo didn't know is that the door was all ready open, so he fell
through. Immediately the other two walked over and looked inside. Then, without
a word, they walked past Duo and to the turned over bookcase. Behind it was a
large metal door. "Looks like he went this way," Heero plainly stated. The two
pilots walked through the doorway, leaving Duo behind.
"Why's it
always the quiet ones?" Duo asked as he rubbed the bruise forming over his jaw.
Quickly Duo got
to his feet and ran to pick up his stuff. Once he got everything together, he
ran back to the room and passed through the door. He didn't see them at his
right, so he looked left and spotted them passing through a spot light.
"Why are you
going that way?!" he asked.
"We're
following the trail," Heero answered back.
"Trail of
what?!"
"Take three
steps forward," Trowa told him.
Duo shrugged
and walked forward. After his second step, his foot caught on something, he
tripped, and fell to the floor. Getting back up, Duo pushed the thing into the
light to discover it was the body of a licker. The body had several bullet holes
through its chest and head. "Ouch," he mumbled before he ran to catch up with
Heero and Trowa.
Hunk walked out
of the sixth room. There were still no signs of B.O.W.s nor the G-Virus. It was
getting pretty monotonous on Hunk. Room after room of nothing but papers and
stupid files. He realized that he would most likely have to go to a lower
basement level. That's where the business would really pick up. Most likely
that's where all the MA-121s, MA3s, MA23s, and so on, were stored. No doubt
they had gotten loose.
With
much annoyance, Hunk began to walk toward the end of the hall. Hopefully there
would be an elevator or something he could use. Walking down the hallway, Hunk spotted what looked like an
elevator at the end of the hall. Then he noticed the sign on it, "Out of
Order".
"Looks
like I'm taking the stairs…Fuck."
Well how did
everyone like it? Was it decent? Is it getting better? Well, now I'd like to
thank some people.
Thanks to: The
Sandman, A humble worshiper…, Sabersonic, Somebody Someone, Sylver Secret,
sadistic_mind, Kuroi Shi, reb_animegirl, Mikata, Female Heero Yuy, Li-chan,
Diviana, emm, and The Romulus for providing me with reviews. Without all of
you, I wouldn't continue to write this. Thanks all.
Anyway, if you're
looking down here for a preview, well you're outta luck. I've decided to stop
doing that because it takes up space and makes me think I wrote more than I
actually did. Sorry to all.
