Welcome to part 8 of my survival horror meets anime

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.