Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Evil 2: Terror in Lemur City ❯ Streets of Undead Rage ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Streets of Un-Dead Rage

(cue the techno!!! Uh… sorry, Streets of Rage flashback… it is owned by SEGA)

(Once AGAIN I own NOTHING in this fic!!! Sue me and you get NOTHING, but a pair of SKETCHERS!)

Trowa turned the corner and barely dodged a would-be-sneak-attack from a zombie. Annoyed, he simply grabbed the ghoul by the head and slammed it into a wall. With a mere sigh and without even looking, Trowa shot it point blank in the head. Trowa was ready for anything!

These zombies are a joke!!!! I'd laugh out loud if I weren't so DAMN kewl. He thought… until he heard the score of zombies lurching after him down the alleyway.

"GwAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOR!!!!" The zombies sounded.

Uh…Scratch that…

"…." He sighed in aggravation once more, but this time it was tainted with a touch of dread. With this gun, I'm sure to die. Dying is not an option, at least not now.

He had no choice but to flee. Using his uncanny speed, he ran through the dark zombie-infested alleyway in search of the police station.

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Officer Maxwell went running down the street. After going buck wild on a couple of zombies, he didn't notice the horde of fellow undead thugs at his heels. Now that he's out of ammo, he's been making the mad dash ever since...

His retreat brought him to a disaster area that consisted of a pile up. It included several cars, a hot dog stand, and a city bus. Guess who won? As Duo made his way toward the bus' rear entrance he noticed a bunch of zombies chowing down on a fallen officer.

"Eat up guys!" Duo gagged a joke as he climbed aboard the object of mass transit. Upon entering, he noticed a case of handgun ammo, just lying at the rear seat. "Suh-weet!" he clamored, loading the case into his weapon. "How convenient that this ammo fits SO well into my handgun." He stated to himself…goofily (is that REALLY a word?!?)

As he began his trek out of the bus through the front he found himself confronted by another zombie. She was crawling on the floor. It was quite obvious she was trying to attack his brand new boots. "Oh no you don't lady! The only chick who has the right to trash these boots is my sugar mama (Hilde) who bought'em for me!" he proclaimed as he blasted the femme zombie in the head several times…. Now that he's almost on empty, he continued to search for more ammo.

Sure enough he found another case of ammo lying upon the side seat of the bus. "Lucky!" he smiled as he quickly reloaded his gun.

"HooooooooooooGaaaaaaaar!!!!" sounded a zombie waiting at the door, leading to Duo's escape.

At first he was gonna go nuts, wasting ammo, but then…

SMASH! Duo kicked the folding door into the zombie's face, crashing him upon the asphalt. Duo jumped out of the bus, using the zombie for landing space and continued towards the police station that was…HEY a block away!!! "Niiice!" he grinned making his way towards his place of employment.

HOWEVER, the only way from this end, to enter the police station was through the dark and scary underground walkway. Duo's tummy grumbled, for he had a BAAAAAAAD feeling about going there at this moment.

"Aw maaaaaaaaaan. This blows!" Duo huffed as he sped towards the area. "I hope that kid is alright…"

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Trowa Barton raced down YET ANOTHER alley and out into a dead end street. Not good. He looked back and heard numerous zombies closing in on him. REALLY Not Good. He glanced around the shopping area and spotted a gun and ammo shop right next to the children's boutique. That CAN'T be GOOD. Trowa didn't fret the details he headed there.

"Thank the gods!" he exhaled as he walked inside his usual place of leisure----

"FREEZE!!!" shouted a heavy set man behind the counter. He was pointing his shotgun directly at Trowa's head. "Who are you?! What are you doing here?!"

Trowa held up his arms and stated, "Don't shoot. I'm a human." I am so sick of saying this already… Heeeey! Is that a Benelli? Those babies can be upgraded to blow some shit up! MUST get that shotgun….

The burly man stared at Trowa for a good minute, continuing his aim at the Unibanged One. He soon dropped his defense and released a hearty sigh.

"Oh, sorry about that, babe!" He spoke, walking out from behind the counter towards Trowa. "I thought you were one of them."

Trowa put his hands down and blinked. Did he just call me: BABE?! "What the HELL is going on here?" he asked suspiciously.

"Hold on." The big guy spoke as he locked the door and leered at the teen. "I don't have a clue darling. By the time I noticed something was wrong the city had been infested with zombies."

Ewe!?!? Did he just call me: DARLING??!! Trowa staggered backward and uttered in retaliation, "Uhh… look! I don't understand what---"

He was interrupted again by the big man as he cooed, "But don't you worry, girlie! You'll be safe in here." The 'odd' store owner continued, "I'm keeping a close eye on things….heh!" he rested a calloused hand upon Trowa's shoulder….

The Lanky Lad practically jumped back in anger AND extreme fear. He shouted, "You HICK!!! I'm not a girl!!!

"All the better! Sweetness!" the creepy man grinned.

"Uh-huh…well, I'll be over there." Trowa announced as he turned and quickly began to walk away…. In the direction of the rear exit---

SMACK-O!!! Trowa's rear sounded when the Deliverance Reject slapped his large and rough hand across it .

"EGAD!!!! What the Bloody Hell do you think you are doing?!?!?" Trowa shouted as he took out his handgun and aimed for the man's head. He was blooming mad and his ass was stinging sore. "I will fucking kill you!!!"

"MINE'S bigger than YOUR'S!" The store owner snickered as he aimed the Benelli at Trowa's head. "There's plenty more where THAT came from, pudding!"

"I think not, fat-ass!" Trowa smirked as he saw it coming… or more exactly 'them'.

As a gang of zombies went crashing through the glass and grabbed the store owner. He was too stupid to notice the herd of zombies lurking just outside the store window. Perhaps his slapping Trowa's butt gave attracted even more attention.

With speed and grace Trowa managed to duck under the store owner and snatched the weapon before the zombies tackled him to the ground. The zombies were busy feasting on that goonie (wtf is that?) to notice Trowa's escape.

"Have fun…" Trowa stated as he exited through the rear door. He suddenly rubbed his sore bum, "… that hurt like a bitch…. damn!"

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Officer Maxwell marched down the stairs leading to the underground stairway. He raced down the path leading to the police station's front entrance. He exhaled in relief seeing that there was no danger in sight.

The Braided Wonder froze in his steps. He could certainly hear it!

"Duuuuuuo..." sounded a slightly familiar voice.

"Hellooooo…" Duo replied in the same manner. "Who there?! Who there?!?" he continued to joke. It can't possibly be a zombie. It's talking! He thought to himself as he started moving closer to the voice (done like a true horror movie him-bo…). "Alright, who's that!? Sgt. Snyder? Officer Otto?! Come out, man!"

"Duuuuo!" groaned the female officer zombie as she stepped out of the shadows. She stalked towards him, with an evil grin on her decrepit face. "I've been waiting for you, Freshmeat."

Duo staggered back and shouted, "Oh damn! You got uglier!!!" He took out his gun and aimed. "Captain Dorothy Catalonia?!?!?"

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Apparently, she, too survived the Parasol Mansion disaster in the first Gundam Wing Evil fanfic….)

The blonde zombie burst into speed and smacked him in the head. "That's Miss Preventer Captain Catalonia, FreshMeat!" She stood over him and snuffed, "You're lucky to die by my hand… or in this case; my mouth."

Duo struggled to his feet and commented, "You are like SO leaving yourself open for cracks! I'm sure your nasty mouth has led to the deaths of several guys--- cut that-girls!"

"AAAAAAARGH!!!" Dorothy screamed as she went for a heel kick to Duo's groin. "I'll eat you alive!!!!"

"Oh that was SO damn original!" Duo huffed in defiance.

Her attack was instantly countered as Duo caught her hi-heel and hoisted her into the air. Dorothy landed, ever-so-gracefully, and served a low sweep to Duo's legs. He fell to the ground only to be receiving a quick kick to the ribs by a VERY speedy Preventer superior. Duo grabbed Dorothy's foot and rolled across the ground, taking the zombie-bitch with him. She hit the ground hard-SO HARD that one of her dead eyebrows fell off.

"Eweeeeeee! That's gross… despite being a major improvement!" Duo joked as he took out his gun and started to shoot her for all it's worth! "Die! Bitch! Die!!!!!! Gyahahahahaha!!!! Kyahahahahaha!!!! Boooyahahahahaha----WHAT in the…??"

The headshots were NOT phasing her! Surely she was some sort of super zombie!!! She continued to get up, ever-so-gracefully and turn towards a bewildered Duo.

"Don't you EVER die!!!!" He shouted just before running out of ammo. "Uh… shit!"

"I never liked yoooooou, FreshMeat!!!" Dorothy snarled as she served the Rookie of Death a vicious backhand.

Duo went flying through the air--- hitting the wall. Dorothy raced over to him, grabbed his leg and started to bite down. Duo instantly smashed her face in with the other foot. She skidded across the walkway and hit the wall on the other side.

Duo took his empty gun threw it at her. "You freaked up winch!!! I hate your bitch ass, too!!!"

Using that inhuman speed she got up and socked him dead in the face. Duo gave her an uppercut to the eye! She lost another eyebrow! Dorothy was infuriated.

"You diiiiiiie!!!!" She howled as she jump-kicked him in to the wall… on his side.

Duo ducked just in time to avoid having his head get smashed into the wall. He followed with a rising head butt to the jaw! Dorothy landed brutally on her butt, but she got up again and growled at him.

"I'll destroy yooooooou!!" She released a mighty roar as she went bulldozing towards him at full speed----- Duo saw it coming and smoothly sidestepped and allowed the wall… on his side to finish her off.

SPLAT!!!

Dorothy's body slid down the wall, leaving the slimy remains of her head behind.

"Niiice move, Capt. Catalonia." Duo feigned a clap as he walked towards the other end of the walkway. "Beotch!" He approached the stairs and stopped, "Oh yeah!" He hurried back to the scene of Dorothy's demise, to pick up his gun. "I couldn't have done it without you!" He smiled. He blinked, "I mean I could've-no I mean-AH fuck it! It's cold out here!" Duo continued his trek towards the police station.

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Trowa was crushing some unfortunate zombie through the door of a police car (WITH HIS FOOT!!!) when he heard the blades of a chopper way above. Already annoyed with the constant barrage of zombies that now seemed to be running from him, Trowa went to check out the rooftop in hopes of signaling the distant chopper.

By the time he got there, he sighted the chopper. He already had the plan made in his head. Signal the chopper. Kill the pilot. Search for mission partner. Get the hell out of here… Trowa added. Oh yeah, take Officer Maxwell to safety---the least I can do for him rescuing me---might be best to do that before finding the mission partner-I heard he's a suicidal-homicidal maniac…. Trowa made a curious expression. So why am I teamed up with him?!? WTF??!

The Silent One's concentration was broke off by the voice of another human being nearby.

"Over here!!!" Shouted a portly officer. He was signaling the helicopter. He looked bruised, perhaps due to a zombie attack.

I'd better kill him, too. He won't last the night with those wounds. Trowa convinced himself as he walked onto the rooftop and started to stalk towards him…machete in hand….(?!?!)

Yeah, he just HAPPENS to have a machete on his vest for decoration and just decided to use it. He really hates making a mess, UNLESS it involves demolitions and mass destruction…. And wasting the soon to be wasted….

As the hovering chopper lowers a rope for the chubby officer to climb-a trio of zombies came out of nowhere and attacked him. The officer with a rather impressive automatic Assault Rifle in hand decided to make a run for it…

Riiiiiiiiigh, big boy. Trowa couldn't help but jest. He just stood there and witness the slaughter. Saves him making a mess. Trowa headed towards the scene…

Just as the zombies clobber the man, biting and gnawing off his flesh, he decides to use the gun. Unfortunately his aim was so off due to him being eaten-he opened fire on the helicopter and EVERYwhere else the ASS!!!

Trowa dashed back down the fire escape. "It would HELP if SOMEONE would learn how to FRIGGING aim!!!!" He shouted in annoyance. "GawdDAMN Bastard!"

But the bullets still went flying. They actually hit something?! The pilot! Yeah, this saves yet another mess for Trowa. Oh wait the pilot died while operating the chopper. Oh damn! Now it is crashing into the rooftop. Oh shit!

"The FUCK!?!" Trowa exclaimed as he peered out of hiding… cuz the officer finally stopped firing-cuz he's died. "!!!" he screamed as he ducked for cover again.

The chopper crashed into the cop and the zombies and made a vicious explosion afterward. Scraps and ruble flew everywhere. Trowa stepped out of hiding and strolled past the mess. He looked at the enflamed chopper and charred foot that remained of the ill-fated officer.

I don't have to pity stupid people. He stated coldly in his mind and continued through the rooftop door.