In less than twelve hours, the Harvardville airport had been completely isolated, quarantined to prevent the spread of the T-Virus. Tents had been set up through the entire parking lot, and only people with verified access could enter. They were isolating anyone they had caught in the airport, and were doing tests on every single one of them, isolating those who were infected, and releasing those who were not. Hospital beds lined the tents, every single one of them housing someone who had some kind of affliction, be it T-Virus, or just smoke and debris inhalation. Some people were fine, struggling to get up against the CDC who held them down for tests.
Greg was unsure of what to think as he watched two CDC workers carry away a body bag through a fence. Greg was part of the U.S. Special Rescue Team, a military sub faction designed to go into bio terror zones and rescue any survivors. Him and his friend Angela Miller were the two highest ranking soldiers present, and he was currently making his way to the command tent he and Angela were using in order to discuss how to do this. However, he realized that this might be a little harder than he thought when he heard Angela arguing with the higher ups as she walked through the tent.
"Why can't we stage rescue operations?!" Angela demanded of the S.R.T Chief. His response must not of been to her liking. "Please Chief, you've got to talk to the higher ups! You heard that 911 call, didn't you? Come on, please?!" Greg assumed that the Chief had hung up on her, after she slammed the phone onto the table in anger. "Dammit!" Greg shook his head. He wasn't a fan of the Chief either. Upon seeing Angela's annoyed expression, he tried to lighten the mood.
"Aw, what's wrong? Chief Jackass again?" He questioned with a joking smile. Angela moved a strand of hair behind her ear as she turned to look at Greg. It seemed as though she wasn't amused by the joke.
"What's the status of the site?" She asked seriously, ignoring his attempt to lighten the conversation. Greg sighed.
"Well, the entire airport is completely blockaded now." He said as he sat the duffel bag her carried with him on the table opposite of Angela. "We were attacked by two people that I believe were recently infected. But don't worry, we caught them. Locked them up in a task force vehicle." He watched Angela turn around, as if disappointed by his response. He tried another, admittedly creepy joke, in an attempt to lighten the mood. "But still, becoming infected by being bitten? It's like something out of a horror movie. These creatures, rising up out of their graves." He made am imitation motion of a zombie, although the noise he made was the typical ghost sound. Upon seeing Angela's gaze of disbelief, he chuckled. "C'mon, I'm just kidding." He said, before his tone turned serious. "But seriously, do you think this WilPharma drug has something to do with all this?"
"I don't know." Angela admitted. "But even if there is a connection, it shouldn't kick off a spontaneous outbreak of some creepy ass plague." She pointed out. A scowl overtook her face as she said "It definitely reeks of terrorism."
Greg nodded. "It explains why the state board of health hauled ass to get here so fast. What do you think the suites at the top are trying to cover up?" He asked Angela, who scoffed.
"If I knew that, I'd have a helluva lot more clout." She remarked. "The White House sent a special agent to clean up this mess. He oughta be here soon. You can ask him." Angela told Greg, who shook his head. They were surprised when a third voice interrupted.
"Ask all you like, but honestly, there's nothing to be discussed on the subject." Greg and Angela turned to the source of the voice, finding a young man in black combat boots and carpenter pants, wearing a dark brown leather jacket. The man had blond hair, that was parted to each side of his head. His expression looked dead serious, as if he didn't have a funny bone in his body.
Greg snorted. "Who the hell are you?"
"Leon S. Kennedy." The man answered immediately.
"Then you're the one?" Angela asked in disbelief. They were interrupted as a young man in a green Hulk t-shirt under an unbottoned red flannel shirt, as well as a pair of jeans and sneakers burst through the tent.
"Hey, Leon, Doc's wanting to know which tent we're setting up in." The man said, ignoring everyone's looks of shock. Leon sighed.
"There's a free space right there, so Samson can set up in here." Angela and Greg gawked at Leon's words.
"Hey, who gave you authorization to-!" Greg was about to rant, but Leon looked at him as Rick disappeared back outside the tent.
"The president did when he sent us. I'm authorized to take command of the situation, and I've been accompanied by TerraSave agents Leonard Samson and Rick Jones due to the unique circumstances."
"What 'unique circumstances'?" Angela asked with a glare, annoyed that command had been taken from her and Greg.
"The fact that one of the five civilians inside the airport is Bruce Banner." Leon said as Rick reentered the tent followed by a tall man with green hair wearing a black lab coat and a red shirt with a yellow lighting bolt symbol on it.
"Rick told me you wanted me to set up communications in here, Mr. Kennedy?" The man asked for confirmation, gesturing to the small communication device in his arms.
"Set up right their while I get briefed on the situation." Leon said, pointing towards the the empty space on the table.
"Okay." Leonard said with a nod of his head, before turning to Rick. "Do you have the earpieces, Rick?"
The man nodded, reaching into his pocket. "Yeah, Doc, give me just a second." Rick pulled out a bag of earpiece communicators. "They only gave me six, two for me and Doc, one for Bruce, and one for Leon." Rick said as he pocketed an earpiece, before giving one to Leonard, and the rest to Leon. "You'll make more use out of the other two than we will."
Leon nodded. "Thanks, Rick."
A few minutes later, Leon was being briefed by Angela while Leonard and Rick were setting up.
"This is one of the 911 calls that were made." Angela said as she clicked on one of the audio files.
'How many of you are alive?'
'Five including me. One's wounded: the senator.'
'Can you give me your location?'
'We're in the VIP lounge on the west end of the arrival lobby. Listen, I don't know how long we can hold out in here. Send help now before those things get at us in here! Please hurry!'
Angela laid out a blueprint of the airport as everyone gathered around.
"Most likely, the call came from here." She said, circling a small room on the far end of the west wing. "We believe they're in the VIP Lounge for Atmus Airlines. Right now, the airport police and state board of health are the first responders. They've completely shut down the main entrance hear, and the two side entrances here and here." She circled the entrances. "There are no other routes into the terminal building. We believe our best bet is to fly in by helicopter and enter through the roof. The team should be comprised of-"
"I'll take the two of you with me, and no one else." Leon interrupted, leaving no room for argument.
"What?" Angela asked in disbelief. "Why?"
"Because I don't care for increasing the number of infectees. You don't want to be forced to shoot your friends, do you?" Leon asked, before walking out of the tent, ending the debate.
"Hey! Hey, hold on a second, you can't be serious!" Greg yelled in anger. "Who does this guy think he is? He doesn't even look military!"
"He's the special agent assigned to this incident. Let's just see what he can do." Angela said with a sigh. Greg threw up his arms in frustration.
As the helicopter flew in the trio, Leon briefed Angela and Greg on the infected. "Those infected with this virus will attack other people, anyone, without exception. In all cases, people who been bitten become infected themselves and go on to attack others. The only way to stop the spread of infection is to destroy the infected's brains."
"Destroy their brains?" Angela asked, unsure.
"Shoot them in the head." Leon deadpanned as he readied his gun. Greg and Angela looked at each other in nervousness as Leon leaned to look out the window. "We're here."
The helicopter dropped a rope for the group to slide down on, with Leon going first, followed by Angela, and then Greg. Leon opened the door, Greg and Angela covering him, and the three entered the building. Leon looked down the staircase, and directed Angela and Greg to go down first, with him covering them from up top. They entered a hallway three floors down. Opening the door was loud unusually loud in the normally busy hallway. Leon signaled that the hall was clear, but Greg roughly pushed passed him, snarling in his direction.
The silence of the hallway was deafening, their footsteps seeming to echo forever. Greg and Angela would be lying if they said they weren't nervous, because they were. This wasn't something they usually did. All of them stopped as a series of moans sounded from within the darkness of the hallway. Angela looked to Greg and Leon, gesturing down the hall. Greg shook his head, while Leon spoke.
"The song of the infected." He informed. Angela took off down the hall. "Wait!" Leon called out. Greg put his hand on Leon's shoulder to stop him, but Leon elbowed Greg in the stomach and took off down the hall after Angela, leaving Greg to drop to his knees in pain.
Angela came upon a door, where she could hear a quiet moan coming from within. Opening the door, she examined the room, hearing a moan from the cubicle at the end, where she saw someone slumped on the floor. Gasping, she put away her rifle and ran to the man.
"Are you okay?" She asked as she grabbed the man by the arm and pulled him up. "Take it easy, help is on the way." She said as she wrapped the man's arm around her neck. As she began to walk, she somehow did not hear the inhuman snarl that came from the man, Leon's last second action saving her neck from becoming a snack.
"What the hell are you doing?!" She asked in outrage, still under the mindset that she was helping a man.
"Look." Leon said darkly, and Angela looked around in shock as the groans became numerous, zombies climbing to their feet. She finally realized what they were when she saw one stand with his face stripped of it's flesh. A few more came from behind a book stand, knocking it over. All of the zombies were converging on them.
Angela watched in shock as the man from earlier made the same inhuman moan as the others, climbing to his feet with a dead, hungry look in his eyes. Leon stepped in front of Angela and shot the zombie dead without hesitation. He stepped forward and proceeded to shoot more as Angela heard someone coming up behind her. She turned and found a female zombie limping her way.
"Stop, or I'll shoot!" Angela warned, but the zombie kept coming. Angela couldn't bring herself to kill the creature, and shot her in the leg instead. The zombie stumbled to the ground, but was not deterred, still desperately trying to reach Angela. "That's impossible." Angela said in a whisper of shock as the creature continued it's direction.
"Angela!" Greg's voice sounded from by the entrance of the room. Angela turned to look at her partner, who signaled for them to exit. Angela moved towards the door, Leon covering her as he aimed at the zombies. Once the two were out of the room, Greg began shooting. "Like that, huh? Want some of this?"
"Stop, that's enough!" Leon ordered, placing his hand on Greg's shoulder, but the man glared at the agent.
"Get off!" He said, throwing Leon's arm off his shoulder, before entering the room. "Yeah, come on!" He yelled as he began shooting back and forth, swinging his gun left and right in an attempt to shoot more zombies. He was cheering and whooping, his drive to kill something in full throttle.
"STOP, THAT'S ENOUGH!" Leon yelled, attempting to pull Greg out of the room as the psycho finished unloading his clip into the room.
"GET OFF!" Greg yelled as he stopped shooting. He looked in the room, where most of the zombies were on the ground. Greg assumed they were dead. "Freaks!" He yelled, turning around and looking at Leon. "Yeah! Woo!" He yelled in the agent's face, turning around and marching off as he reloaded his rifle, a smirk on his face. He made it only a few feet before that smirk was wiped off his face as the glass window shattered, the female zombie from earlier bursting through, tackling Greg to the ground. Greg panicked, holding the bloody, gnashing teeth of the dead woman away by the woman's shoulders, her dead eyes staring at Greg with the intent to make him a meal.
But he was saved at the last second when Leon put a bullet through her head.
Greg closed his eyes and blood splashed on his face as the woman slumped down, dead for good. He pushed the body off of him with a grunt, wiping the blood off of his face as he scooted back against the wall in a panic. "What the hell, man?! I shot her point blank, there's no way I could've missed her!"
"I told you" Leon said, grabbing Greg by his vest and yanking him to his feet with a glare. "The only way to stop them, is to shoot them in the head. It's there only vulnerable spot. Otherwise you waste time, and ammunition. And that can prove to be fatal." Leon growled, roughly letting go of Greg. The taller man could only stare at the agent in shock. Leon turned around when he felt Angela pat him on the shoulder. All three watched as the zombies tried to force their way through the hole in the wall.
"Let's go." Angela said. The three began walking away, Greg giving a spiteful kick to the corpse that attacked him earlier, before rushing ahead when another zombie made it through the hole in the wall.
"Those were gunshots!" The maid said in relief.
"They sent help. We're gonna get out of here." Claire said, believing it one hundred percent.
"You should thank me!" Davis said with a smirk. "If you hadn't told them I was here, they would've ignored your call."
"Your own secretary left you. You must be real important." Bruce remarked, glaring at the senator. The senator scoffed.
"We could've been out of here sooner if you'd have turned into the Hulk." Davis remarked, glaring back at the man. His glare turned to fear as Bruce marched up to him.
"I don't know if you realize, but the Hulk is like a split personality, and he's not too smart. Besides, with your attitude, he'd sooner crush you into paste than save you." Bruce growled. All further conversation was cut off as a high pitched scream could be heard from outside.
"What was that?!" Rani exclaimed in fear.
"Someone who isn't infected." Claire said in surprise. "We have to help!"
"It's too late! There's nothing we can do!" Davis said, immediately rejecting the idea.
"That's right!" The maid said in fear. She did not want to be left in the room with this man. "And if you, then I leave too."
"No, Claire, don't go!" Rani begged. "When my father left, he said the same thing. He said he was going to go help my mother, but he didn't come back, and neither did she! And if you leave, you won't come back either!" The poor girl was clearly terrified at the prospect of Claire leaving, and the woman was trying to think of some way to let the girl off easy. But lucky for her, she didn't have too.
"Claire's not going anywhere." Bruce said, turning to look at the other two. "We got anything at all that can be used as a weapon?"
"Bruce, you can't be serious." Claire immediately objected, but Bruce shook his head.
"Claire, we've already seen that bites aren't lethal to me." He said, showing them the spot on his arm where he had been bitten, a spot where not even a scar was left. "And if I end up getting cornered, well, I think we all now about my big, green backup plan."
"But-"
"Plus, you survived Raccoon City. You're the only one equipped to defend this room." Bruce stressed further. Upon realizing she really had no argument against that logic, she could only sigh, before giving him a pleading look.
"Please be careful." She said. Bruce could only chuckle.
"I've been careful for years. This is nothing new." He remarked.
Bruce could only sigh at the irony of his weapon, a literal umbrella, with the same color scheme as the now defunct Umbrella company. Standing outside the room, he turned and looked back at Claire and Rani, both looking at him with worry. Giving them a reassuring smile, he gave them a nod, and reluctantly, Claire pulled Rani in and shut the door. Turning back towards the hall, Bruce gave another look at his weapon.
"All these years helping Ross hunt me, and now you're protecting me. Huh." He could only give a quiet chuckle as he quietly moved down the hallway. Bruce had spent many years hiding, not just from the government either. There were times he would have to sneak around buildings guarded by thugs or officials, so he knew a thing or two about stealth. His feet made no noise as he walked down the hallway, habit he supposed, built up from the aforementioned escapades.
The silence of the hallway was deafening, and in a place crawling with the undead, that was not a very comforting thought, knowing that creatures that could tear you apart and literally eat you alive could sneak up on you. Luckily, all those years running were good for another thing.
Before he was on the run, Bruce was a thin, mild mannered man. He was always broad shouldered, but his thin frame wouldn't really tell you that. But when he had to go on the run, he had ended up building a decent amount of muscle over the years. Nowadays, he was about as big as Leonard these days, although not as tall. While these creatures could definitely tear him apart, Bruce had enough muscle nowadays that the umbrella in his hands was either gonna break first, or brain some walkers before he impaled any of them.
Getting to the end of the hall, he turned quickly, prepared to beat any zombie that popped up. There were none. With a sigh, he quietly sprinted to the first turn in the hall, stopping and hiding behind a corner. He slowly peaked around the corner to check for any zombies, when the darkness was pierced by a bright light from the opposite side of the hall Bruce was in. Someone else was here.
A familiar guttural groan sounded out, and before his newfound friend could say anything, Bruce swung the umbrella around, smashing the zombie's face in and breaking the umbrella in the process. Unfortunately, their were two more zombies in the hall.
"Move!" The new person said, and Bruce wasted no time in complying, jumping to the opposite wall as his savior put a round in each zombie's skull. Bruce's breathing slowed as the man put down the gun, allowing him to see the man clearly. The man was a blonde, and everything about his outfit screamed military to Bruce. Even though he wore a casual outfit, the gun in his hand and the holster around his thigh, not to mention the fingerless combat gloves he wore, told Bruce everything he needed to know.
"Bruce Banner?" The new man asked. Bruce nodded.
"Yeah... military send you? White House?" Bruce asked as he recovered his breath. The man nodded as three others came up behind you.
"How'd you guess?"
Bruce laughed. "I was on the run for years. I had to figure things out so I didn't get caught." He explained as he looked at the other figures. Two of them were Special Rescue, but the third...
Bruce couldn't help but laugh as he realized the feminine scream from earlier had come from the Senator's lawyer. "You?" The embarrassed man diverted his gaze down.
"I'm Leon Kennedy." The man introduced himself. Bruce nodded.
"Nice to meet you."
"Is this it?" Davis asked incredulously.
"Yep." Leon replied bluntly.
"Reinforcements?"
"None. We're getting out alone." Leon replied, not missing a beat.
Davis could only chuckle sarcastically. "Is it too much to hope that you have some sort of a plan?"
"We're gonna run across the lobby." Leon answered.
Davis' eyes widened. "Are you insane? Th-The lobby is crawling with those creatures!"
Bruce took this time to speak up. "It's also wide, Davis. Those things will be spread out, and as long as we watch where we're going, we can get through no problem." As Claire picked up Rani, she turned to the senator.
"They're right." The senator turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "They're not fast, we can get by them."
"Oh yeah? And since when did the NGO member, become such an authority on the subject?!" Davis asked with derision.
"She's one of the rare survivors of Racoon City. She has more experience with this kind of hellish nightmare than anybody here." Leon said with finality.
Greg leaned over to Angela. "Racoon City? Isn't that where the-?"
"Yes." Angela answered immediately, already knowing where he was going. Greg turned and looked at Claire with admiration. Angela, however, felt a different emotion, two in fact.
Anger and jealousy.
Bruce controlled his breathing as he ran, taking up the back to make sure everyone got through as the armed one's lead ahead, gunning down any of the zombies that got in their way. Unfortunately for Greg, he had to carry the senator's fat ass across the lobby.
It was intense. The dead were everywhere, and there was no safety, and he couldn't turn into the Hulk, because he didn't know the risk.
The Police Chief's corpse came around a pillar, surprising Claire and Rani, but Bruce didn't have to worry as the zombie was promptly crippled by Angela shooting it's leg out.
Greg tried to carry the senator and defend everyone at the same time, but that was about when the senator lost his footing and hit the ground. Greg was about to bend down and get him up, when Bruce came up behind him.
"I got him! Go on ahead!" Greg gave Bruce a nod and ran ahead as Bruce hauled the senator to his feat.
"Get up fatso." He growled as he practically dragged the Senator ahead. His lawyer ran and grabbed the man from Bruce's hands. Bruce heard a zombie coming up from behind him, and turned around just in time to see the zombie get put down by Leon. Giving a nod to the agent, Bruce gave one last glance behind him to make sure they were safe, before running ahead, just barely dodging a zombie that lunged by the pillar.
They had made it too the terminal, where the plane crash had left debris all over the place. Bruce helped Greg haul Davis up a pile of rubble.
"You okay?" Greg asked. Once the senator was up on the rubble, he rudely yanked his arm away.
"Does it look like I'm okay?!" He growled. Greg glared at him.
"You know what asshole, I think I speak for everyone here when I say that most of us would rather have left your ass back there. But we didn't." Greg said, before roughly shoving the senator ahead. He reached down and grabbed Bruce's hand, helping him up the rubble.
"About time someone put his ego in check." Bruce remarked with grin. Greg laughed.
"You were stuck in a room with him for hours. I don't know how you didn't turn into the Hulk." Greg remarked. Bruce laughed.
"Believe me, I was tempted." Both men laughed at the remark. Bruce hadn't felt this at ease with someone new since Rick.
Greg looked at Bruce. "I gotta ask, why don't you go all big and green?"
Bruce sighed. "It sounds weird when I say it out loud, but while we share the same body, I'm not the Hulk." He explained, although he only confused Greg.
"Huh?"
"Basically, It's like my body is a car. When I get angry, the Hulk takes the wheel." Bruce clarified. Greg looked at Bruce.
"So, when you change, your not in control?" He asked. Bruce shook his head.
"No, and the Hulk only has the mind of a child. A child with limitless strength."
"Limitless?" Greg asked in disbelief.
"He means well, but you ever notice how he always seems angry? From the footage you've seen of him?" Bruce asked. Greg nodded.
"Yeah, it's like he's throwing a temper tantrum." Greg remarked. Bruce chuckled.
"That's pretty much what it is, but the thing is, he get's more powerful as he get's angrier." Bruce explained.
"Wow. And General Ross thought it was a good idea to hound you?" Greg asked in disbelief.
"He just wanted to make weapons." Bruce said as the two came to the other side of the rubble, where zombies were everywhere.
"Are we gonna make it outta here?" Davis asked nervously.
"We have a clear view and a straight path to the exit." Leon answered. He took out his gun at the edge of the rubble, and began firing at the zombies. "We'll take out as many as we can and run like hell. Greg, Angela, back me up!"
"Coming!" Greg said as he ran ahead, leaving Bruce to help Leon and Angela gun down some zombies. The rate they were going seemed to take forever.
"Can't you get rid of them any faster?" Davis asked as Claire looked to where they came from.
"They're starting to gather over here!" She said, pointing to where they had just come from. As she had said, the zombies from the lobby had followed them, and were beginning to gather up.
"We're not going to make it out, are we?" Davis asked.
"We're out of time. Let's go!" Leon said. However, no one had time to even move, as a scream from the attendant drew everyone's attention. Zombies were rushing through a crack in the rubble. Leon and Angela rushed over, gunning down some of them as Bruce helped her up. Greg kept firing on the terminal, trying to eliminate as many zombies as he could, when a click sounded from his gun. The last of his machine gun ammo was out.
"Shit!" He said as he switched to his pistol, firing with nigh perfect accuracy. Davis looked over to the terminal. Most of the zombies were dead, and the few that were left he could run around. Without a care for anyone else, he pushed Rani and his lawyer out of the way. He ended up knocking Rani off the pile of rubble as he slid down, quickly taking off towards the exit. Greg saw this and glared. "You son of a bitch!"
Bruce ran up and spotted Rani's predicament. "Dammit!" He looked at Greg. "Try to keep the zombies off of us!" Greg nodded, firing on the zombies and Rani looked up and screamed, seeing the many zombies approaching her. Bruce jumped down and wrapped Rani in his arms for comfort as Greg did a good job keeping the zombies off of them.
Their luck ran out when a zombie fell off the plane wing and onto Greg, forcing him to keep the zombie's gnashing teeth from his flesh. Bruce looked up as Claire come running to the edge, not paying attention to Greg. "Rani, Bruce!" She jumped down to them. Bruce handed Rani to Claire and looked back at the zombies.
Leon and Angela were trying to keep everyone up top alive, Greg was fighting for his life, and no one else was armed. He had no choice.
Turning to Claire and Rani, and lead them to the rubble.
"Stay here, and do not move, whatever you do." Bruce told them. Claire looked up at him.
"What are you gonna do?" She asked in worry.
"What I have to." Bruce responded. He stood up and looked at the approaching zombies. Narrowing his eyes, he put a few feet of distance between him and the girls, and closed his eyes. He called upon his angriest thoughts, and then deeper.
'Smash.'
Bruce's eyes shot open, glowing a bright green color, as he collapsed to the ground. The transformation had been triggered.
'Smash.'
The fabric around him began to grow tighter, and he could hear the clothes on his back ripping, tearing against his muscles. He collapsed to his knees.
'SMASH!'
Claire and Rani could only watch in fear. They had both admittedly been curious about the Hulk, Rani wanting to meet him as he was considered a superhero, but they could hold no positive emotion in the face of the horrifying transformation in front of them. It looked downright painful, the agony Bruce seemed to be going through.
Finally, he seemed to stop growing as the clothes on him were finally gone, leaving only his pants. Gone was Bruce Banner.
This was the Hulk.
The ground cracked under his foot as Hulk stood to his feet, glaring at the zombies in unbridled fury. With a growl, he let loose a roar so loud, that it reverberated throughout the airport, and could be heard outside.
Greg was finally able to get the zombie off of him, firing his pistol within it's mouth. He shoved it off of himself, and jumped to his foot, only to stare in disbelief at the creature standing protectively in front of Claire and Rani.
"Puny corpses think they can hurt Hulk's friends?" He said, and the anger behind the words was felt by everyone present. Rearing his fist back, the Hulk roared out. "HULK SMASH!" He slammed his fist into the ground, creating a massive shockwave moved along the direction that Hulk was facing, the sheer force sending the zombies flying back. With a growl, Hulk grabbed a rounded piece of rubble, and threw in a style similar to a bowling ball. The rubble actually rolled to to the powerful arm that sent it, and crushed most of the zombies under it.
The Hulk studied the terminal for a moment, before deducing that the two were safe. Hulk turned around, looking at Claire and Rani, and approaching them. He stopped right in front of them, Claire looked up at Hulk with gratitude, while Rani had a look of complete wonder upon her face.
"Claire and Rani safe?" Hulk said as he crouched to one knee, coming closer to Claire's eyeline. Claire nodded.
"Thank you so much." She said, immense relief and gratitude flooding over her. She looked down at Rani. "Are you okay?" She asked the girl. Rani nodded, running up to Hulk.
"Thank you for saving us from the monsters!" Rani said. Hulk smiled. He gently wrapped each hand around Claire and Rani, picking them up lightly, before jumping up on top of the debris. He gently set them down, Rani immediately running to Claire's side. Claire looked to Greg, a scowl on her face.
"Where's the senator?" She asked him. Greg pointed to the terminal.
"Jackass took off that way." He said with a scowl of his own. Hulk growled at the senator, the memories he could pick up from Banner telling him that the man was like Ross: selfish, and power hungry.
"Hey, we got to go!" Leon yelled, catching their attention. They looked over, seeing that the zombies had gathered up, with there now being too many for Leon and Angela to take down. Hulk growled, and turned to them, roaring. He took off past Leon and Angela, ripping up a piece of of rubble as he did and throwing it, carving a decent path in the ground.
"Come on! He's got a hold on this!" Greg said as he jumped off the other side of the rubble, helping Claire get Rani down before before helping the woman herself.
"He's right. He'll be fine, let's go while he's distracting them!" Leon instructed as he and Angela jumped down and helped the last two, before sprinting off, leaving behind the undead and the roars of The Incredible Hulk.
And all the while, Claire couldn't help but feel worried for Bruce anyway.
A/N: So it just hit me that despite how much I love this idea, I can only really incorporate the Hulk himself into two separate scenes: The airport zombie sprint and the fight with Curtis. And I'm wanting a bit more of Hulk action, so I'm probably going to go with an idea that I had scrapped before so I can add some more Hulk action to this. I won't tell you exactly what it is so I don't spoil anything, but I will say this: expect to see Ross and expect gamma radiation to play a role.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please leave a review, and I will see you in the next chapter.