Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Evil 2: Terror in Lemur City ❯ Survival Horror Shenanigans ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4: Survival Horror Shenanigans

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Duo Maxwell entered the lobby area, next to the detective's office. There was a soda machine…

"Oooh!!!!" He cooed.

AND a ton of zombies…

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAck!!!" he screamed.

"YaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAArgh!!!!" Howled the zombies in unison as they went staggering towards him.

Duo was terrified. He slowly walked backwards until he hit his rear with the wall. "AAAAAck!!! Oh!" He looked at the wall, "Oh silly me I thought it was a zombie, Hee-hee!" Then he suddenly turned back and noticed the zombies, "AAAAAck!!!!" He screamed clutching his Grenade Launcher to his chest…..??!! "AAAAck---Huh?!?!" He paused noticing the Grenade Launcher in his arms. "Oh yeah!"

BLAMO!!!! Sounded the Grenade Launcher as it fired Upward and hit the light fixtures.

"What the Bloody hell did it shoot up for?!?!?!" Duo yelled hitting the weapon upon the floor. "Is it broken?!??!"

Suddenly Trowa walked in, "You OBVIOUSLY CAN'T use this thing!" He snatched the weapon out of his hand, snatched an acid round from out of Duo's braid---

"Hey?!?!" Duo whined. "That's my inventory area!!!"

Trowa ignored Duo, which was something he realized he'd have to do often. He FIRED the sulfuric rounds in to the horde of zombies.

Sizzzzzzzzzzzzle!!! Fizzzzzzzz!!!! Pop! The undead terrors melted into a slimy goo upon the floor.

Duo looked on in amazement. "WOW!!! Is this what they teach you kids in college! I GOTS to go there!!!"

Trowa handed Duo the weapon and sighed, "It's only fair that you keep it. Just don't use the Grenade Rounds… they are retarded. Acid and Napalm are your best frin with this weapon." Trowa handed Duo the weapon and looked away…probably shedding a tear….

"oooooh!" Duo goggled at his new 'frin' in wonderment. "What an awesome gun. It turns things into gooooooooooo!"

"….?" Trowa concluded as he walked out. "Okay, I'm leaving…"

"OOOhh maaaaaaan! I gotta find some zombies to turn into gooooooooo…."

"…." Trowa left the hall.

After gulping down his 10th Mountain Dew, Officer Maxwell decided to continue his search for more weapons-er survivors. He strolled further down the corridor opposite the lobby area and came across a door.

"Probably leading to another HALLWAY." He muttered to himself. Sure enough. "Oh joy. What's the big deal with all these long halls…" He continued as he strolled down the red marbled walls of the corridor.

As he turned the corner he came across a more open area, and a couple of zombies. As Duo began to waste them with his trusty new weapon, this time with the flame rounds, he noticed he heard footsteps….. really heavy footsteps… He peered through the flames (which were the only remains of the zombies) and spotted a figure moving toward him.

"Oh hey! I'm sorry about the mess!" Duo waved at the figure, which seemed pretty tall through the heavy smoke. Must be Trowa again. Won't he just give up! He's SO not getting my Grenade Launcher. "Trowa?! Is that you----uhh…." Duo took a few steps back from the low flames when he realized that it wasn't Trowa. It wasn't even human. But that black cloak is looking sharp, tho. Duo thought before going ape shit.

"BU-U-U-U-U-U-U-URP!" The Officer of Death belched. After excusing himself he quickly translated, "Oh ShiiiiT!!!" He fired the Grenade Launcher at the Giant, only to realize that it WASN'T phasing him.

The Giant continued his march towards Duo, who was now tearing ass out the multiple corridors. The Giant was pretty fast for an oversized freak. He smashed through the door to the lobby area in his pursuit of the Braided Wonder. The Giant even made a quick dash or two, barely missing snatching Duo by his braid. Officer Maxwell took a quick turn and opened fire upon the Giant's face. The Giant was stalled a bit, and Duo made a run for it…

Then he came across the broken (more like vandalized) soda machine from before. "Oooooooh!!! Mountain Dew!!!!" he cooed almost distracted by the carbonated green goo of hyper doom.

Suddenly the Giant got back up and hurried towards Duo with a hasty gait.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAyh!!!!" Duo screamed as he pitched a Mountain Dew can at the Giant-

KRAK!!! The soda can exploded at impact the Giant's hard head.

Duo snatched a few more sodas and began to launch and whole barrage of canned whoop-ass at the Giant. He went throwing them for all it was worth. But the Giant kept coming.

Soon this Big Freak was a mere 10 feet away when Duo came up with another idea. He pulled the violated soda machine out and rolled it towards the Giant, was about to push it aside… Until Duo launched a few flame rounds at the machine.

BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!

Fire!!! CHAOS!!! And fizzy stuff went flying EVERYWHERE!!!! Duo couldn't see whether the creature was dead, for hiding in the next room. At least the thick black and green swirled fizz cloud shrouded his escape.

Trowa was sitting in the middle of the hallway, modifying his shotgun, when he heard footsteps around the corner. He quickly spun to his feet and armed himself with his more powerful weapon and darted around the corner to find the Giant…

But no one was there….

"…" Why is he avoiding me? …! Does he now know I am capable off fucking him up?

Trowa's instincts allowed him to brave up and follow the footsteps which sounded behind a newly discovered room door. Trowa walked through the door---

He found himself in a rather lavish study. There was a finely polished bookshelf loaded with books, a fancy coffee table beside him, and a trophy display case behind him. He looked in front of him and spotted an office desk, the chair was turned away from him. Trowa looked about the walls and found himself less impressed. The displays of wall-to-wall dead animal heads sickened him.

"Talk about overkill…" Trowa stated. He looked to his left and sighted another door. It must've went in there. He was about to continue his hunt when….

"Hold it RIIIIIIGHT there, weakling!" Spoke an unfamiliar voice in the direction of the desk. The seat spun around to reveal a young man of Chinese descent aiming a gun at him. "I AM Wufei Chang: Chief of the Lemur City Police. Who the HELL are YOU?" he asked snubbingly.

"…"

"DON'T bother telling me. It doesn't matter anyway! You will end up the same as her!" Wufei yelled as he pointed his gun down at the desk, revealing nothing!

Trowa looked around then asked, "Who?"

Wufei looked down and frowned. "Damnit!!! ONNA!!!! Get here now!!!!"

Just then the ceiling opened up and a woman garbed in white fell down from the opening. The impact of the fall rendered her unconscious. She was a young blonde, thought she looked a tad older than the Baby-Face Jerk of a police chief. Her hair was in two ponytails, each on one side of her neck, and twirled. (Sally, phew, that girl..)

Trowa looked at Wufei and yelled, "Chief!!! What are you doing?!?!?"

"Silence!!! It's HER fault my police station is SO ass-backwards!!!" he argued pointing the gun at the knocked out woman. Then, for no reason he started to imitate his 'beloved's voice and went to nagging, " 'Wu-Bear! I think we should have HEART-SHAPED, SPADE-SHAPED, CLUB-SHAPED KEYS HIDDEN ALL OVER THE POLICE STATION. MAKE THEIR WORK A FUN GAME THEY SAY!!!! WE DON'T NEED COMMON SENSE TO RUN A POLICE STATION---'" Wufei quickly went back to his usual angry tone and demanded to know, "WAIT a minute!! HOW the HELL did you get in here?!!?"

Trowa blinked. "Uhm… through the roof…."

"Shit yeah!! I've been trying to find a way out of here for the longest!!!" Wufei suddenly flipped over the desk, pushed Trowa aside and took off. "Seeya!"

"…..You might wanna watch out for zombies and giants…"

"I'll be fine, WEAKLING!" Wufei snapped as he slammed the door.

"…"

Once again he turned towards the door at his side. He heard the tiny footsteps again. This time, they sounded like they were going further from the door. Trowa jumped over the coffee table and bolted through the door to chase the maker of the footsteps….

He entered a display room…..filled with… weird stuff. He frowned at the glossed over skulls of small and large animals. He got grossed out at the vials and jars filled with… animal organs and…. URP!!!!

"Oh!" sounded a voice from around the shelf opposite of Trowa.

"…!" Trowa uttered as he followed suit.

He found himself in a completely dark area of the study. He couldn't see shit! But he felt something smash HARD into his groin---

"aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaye!" Trowa squeaked faltering to the ground.

He felt a figure brush past him.

"Oh dear!" whined a young voice looming over Trowa, as he laid across the ground… in complete, utter, total, 'penile' pain. "It's a zombie---"

He tried to run, but Trowa's long arm extended and caught him by the face. "MuthaFucker!!!! YOU ARE SO DEAD!!!!" The pain wore off only leaving rage. He flicked the lights on. "Huh?!"

"mmmmmmmmmmmrmph!!!!" screamed the little boy kicking and sounding?!?

Rage turned to out-and-out confusion. A kid?!?!? WTF is HE doing here?!? This is crazy! What the hell did he hit me with?!?! He glanced over to the newly dented metal bat in front of him. Oh… Daaaamn. Maybe I should've had THAT as a weapon instead of the pea-shooter.Ugh! Must NOT mention PEE----EVER!!!

"mrph!!!" The child sounded against the palm of Trowa's hand. His legs began to dangle as Trowa continued his hold while standing up. "MMMMMmmrph!!!!"

He was losing oxygen, not to mention spinal hold of his head.

"Oh my bad." Trowa huffed in surprise as he suddenly dropped him to the floor.

"Get away from me! Aiiye!!!" The kid shouted as he attempted to scamper away from Trowa.

The Tall One landed one foot on the child and held his weight firmly upon his back. "Calm down---I'm not a zombie! Don't make me SQUASH you." He threatened in a semi-soothing manner. "I SAID calm the-fuck-down!" Trowa ordered in a completely threatening tone.

The blonde boy stopped struggling. Trowa removed his foot… leaving a large shoe print on the back of his white sports shirt. He turned around looked at the Unibanged Mercenary and began to sob.

"…?!" Trowa stared dumbfounded by the sudden act of un-kewlness.

The little boy then wrapped his arms around the college student and cried even harder, smothering his face in his tummy. Snot, spit, and tears smothered ALL over his red leather vest….

"Ugh!!!! Shit!!!" Trowa immediately tried to pry him off. This vest costed him a fortune. He killed AT LEAST 2 goons to pay for HALF of the damn thing. It was CUSTOM-MADE!!! "Get off of me, dude!!!! This ain't cool!!!" He soon found his struggle was at a loss. "There, there…. Shut-up! I'm here now. You can HAVE the damn vest." He growled as he reluctantly patted the weeping child upon the head. Giving up all hope of saving his vest.

The boy EVENTUALLY pulled away and wiped the last of the waterworks off his face…. With a set of tissues he had in his shorts pockets.

What about me?!?! You snot-nosed, son-of-a---- "I go by the name of Trowa Barton. What's your name?" He introduced in his usual manner.

The blonde sniffled twiddling his thumbs and peering up to the named stranger, "My name is Quatre Raberba Winner. I'm lost."

"No shit." Trowa blurted before censoring himself. "Oh I mean---Hey! What's a jit like you doing here? This place is NOT safe for kids. Where are your parents, Little Guy?"

Quatre frowned, "Ms. Relena (my mom) told me to come here when the zombies attacked us…."

"Us?"

"Yes, me and my forty bodyguards. We were altogether when we left, but then we were attacked by zombies. Rashid told me to run to the police station to meet up with Ms. Relena and---". He went back to sobbing.

Trowa stepped back, wanting to avoid more 'waterworks'. "Don't worry. I'm sure you're 40 bodyguards will be safe. I mean there's forty of them… so you really shouldn't stress it---YOU'RE the one in danger. You're just a jit. You should come with me. Let's go." He took Quatre by the shoulder and started to walk him out---

"No!!!" Quatre snatched away. "M-mr. Treize is lost!!! I GOTTA find him!!!"

"Who the hell is that?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Barton-"

"Trowa." He intervened correcting him.

Quatre continued, "I mean, Mr. Trowa."

"…"

"I have to find Mr. Trieze!!!"

Suddenly the blonde took off running out of the study area.

Trowa just stood there and blinked, "Quatre, Quatre….oh well…" he shouted in a LOW decibel. He continued on his trek out of the study….Dumbass!