Bump in the Night part 1 (Resident Evil/Gundam Wing)

[pilot03]

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or Gundam Wing. Don't sue

Authors notes: Me and a friend of mine were tossing ideas around one day and this little idea hit me. I had been turning it around in my head for some time and finally descided to post it up. I was aiming for a one-shot but who knows what may happen with this. Some influence from "Shawn of the Dead" but most of it is centered about what I would do if surrounded by flesh eating zombies. Cry for my mommy and run like hell. This was just something to pass the time. Enjoy.

Bump in the Night
by: Pilot03

"I can't do this anymore Duo."

Those words filled his stomach with dread. Duo thought to himself, 'She can't be talking about what I think she is. We have fought before. I can fix this. Just need to turn on the old charm.'

"I'm sorry babe. I know messed up and I'll make it up to you somehow. I will..."

"No Duo! This is not about you forgetting our dinner plans." Some of the heat in her voice vanished. "My birthday dinner. The one you promised to make special for me....but missed" she stated sorrowfully. Hilde let out a long sigh and placed a small box on the table in front of her.

Duo was becoming more nervous with each passing second. He had to think quick. "Hilde, you didn't have to get me anything on your birthday. I have something special for you to that requires unwrapping, but that's in the bedroom." A mischievous smile crossed his face. A small chuckle escaped Hilde, but any amusement was gone from her face when she looked up at him. Tears welling up in her eyes.

"No Duo, I meant I can't keep doing this," she made a gesture pointing to Duo and herself. "I can't keep being together with you."

Duo was stunned. He took a closer look at the box Hilde had placed on the table earlier. He recongized it once he took a closer look. That was the same box that had come with the engagement ring he bought for her. He had saved for a whole year to purchase that symbol of commitment. One of the few things he had ever committed to in his life. Her bare hand was all the confirmation he needed.

Panic set in. "Hilde," his words coming out short, "babe...we can work this out. You're just upset now. We can fix this. By next week we will be looking back on this and laughing."

"No."

"But..."

"No Duo. I'm sorry but I can't keep lieing to myself. When we got engaged it was the happiest day of my life. We made so many plans for our future, but that was over two years ago. You said to wait until you had your own business, but you still work at the scrap yard. We're not in high school anymore. Most of our friends have already gone on to better things in their lives while we are going nowhere."

Fear stated to take hold of Duo. 'I've never been this scared in my life.' Flash backs of his past cycled through his minds eye. Growing up on the streets alone. Finding his first find in Solo only to lose him a short time later. Durning the war he remembered moments of blind terror. Not knowing what the future would bring him or if he would see another sunrise. Everything he had that had happened to him up to this moment and the most frightening thing was having this women place a small box on the table in front of him with tears in her eyes. He would have laughted if it was happening to anyone else. Unfortunately it was not that way.

"I almost have everything in place. Just give me a little more time and I'm sure I can convince them to sell me that scrap yard. I can commit. You'll see," Duo pledded.

"That's just it Duo. I'm tried of waiting. I didn't mean to hurt you, but I'm sorry. I just can't sit around anymore." She pushed the small velvet box across the table to Duo.

Duo's heart beat rapidly. The room started to spin and lose focus. He reached out a hand to stop Hilde as she turned to leave, but words failed him. What could he say to stop her now.

"I love you."

Hilde stopped in mid step. Hope soared in Duo for a moment. Hilde turned to look back over her shoulder and let the tears she was holding back fall and splash over her cheeks. "I know."

And then she was gone. He sat down heavily into a chair at the table and watched her leave. His tears made silent trails down his face as he was swallowed in his self hatred and pity.

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Next day....

Duo sat in the same chair. He had gotten up only once to retrieve a bottle of tequila which now laid shattered at his feet when it failed to erase his memories. Just like him. The phone had been ringing for some time now, but he did not acknowledge it. He was sprawled across the chair in a drunken stupor which would undoubtably be the beginnings of a monsterous hangover. As Duo lingered on the borderline of awareness and sleep the answering machine picked up.

"Hi! This is Hilde, and Duo! Please leave a...ouch..Duo you stepped on my foot. Sorry babe. How do you reset this..BEEP!!" 'I must still be asleep and having a nightmare. Maybe this was all a bad dream he would wake up from' he hoped.

Hilde's voice came over the speaker. Nope. No nightmare. "Duo....are you there? Pick up. I'm sorry for all this, but you didn't show up to work today. People are worried. I'm...worried. I'll be by later to pick up my things. Listen...this isn't the end of the world. I'm staying at a friends house but I'll talk to you later. Bye."

The answering machine stopped and recorded the message while Duo lazily picked up his head. "Hilde...." His head felt like a jack hammer was going off in his brain during a earthquake.

"Maybe this is the end of the world," he spoke to the empty room.

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Underground in undisclosed Umbrella Lab

Below Racoon City, evil stirred. In a hidden underground labortory, scientist were hard at work developing new weapons that would someday find their way onto future battlefields. These scientist were employed by the Umbrella Corporation. They had their hand in everything from hand soap to military contracts.

A new product that was to being developed as a answer to military leaders request for a biochemical weapon that would kill off soldiers while leaving structures intact was the T-virus. Early tests had shown that the new strain had some unexpected side effects. While the virus did not kill anyone out right, it could reanimate dead tissue. Further testing was required, but it could mean desposible soldiers that were already dead and offered no complaints.

Current test subjects were hard to control and lacked higher brain functions. They only seemed intend on one goal. To kill the living. One scientist had already been attacked and bitten. No worries had risen from the incident, but the doctor soon contracted a fever and then death. An autopsy was schedueled earlier in the day, but nobody had yet to release the findings.

Dr. Simons was new to the program. He was barely transfered from the main Umbrella facilities to the underground labs. Due to his lack of knowledge concerning the T-virus he was assigned to monitor new batches being developed in the main lab. To say the least, he was bored out of his mind. His replacement was due 30 minutes ago and he was growing impatient.

"Six years of college at the top of my class to just sit here watching..."

Suddenly the door to the lab slide open. "Finally! I've been waiting for what seemed forever. What took you so long and is there any word on the autopsy yet," he shouted over his shoulder still studing the computer screen in front of him.

"........."

Annoyance started to set in further. "I said was there any news on the autopsy and how that doctor died?" Dr. Simons spun around in his chair and the answer to his question seemed to have walked through the door. Slowly approaching him was the same doctor that had fallen ill and passed away. The same doctor that showed signs of a partially completed autopsy on his body.

Terror strangled the voice from Dr. Simons throat. There were procedures that had to be followed in case of the possible contaimination of the labs. The higher ups needed to be notified. The lab locked down. All his wealth of knowledge and schooling amounted to nothing as he could not decide what action to take first.

He still sat in his chair as the zombie began to feast on his flesh. His voice now found, releasing a blood curling scream that fell on deaf eyes.

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Racoon City/Above ground

Chang Wufei entered the Racoon City limits. He turned his motorcycle in the direction of downtown looking for the Racoon City Police Department. He was a new transfer for the elite S.T.A.R.S. division of the RCPD.

Special Tactics And Rescue Squad. The best of the best.

All his training had led him to this obvious choice. Ever since he was a small child he had been driven to see justice done and the weak protected. His parents robbed from him due to crime and gangs had set him on this course.

In recongition of his achievements, he had just recently been assigned and today was his first day. He was to report to a Lt. Sally Poe once he ever found the blasted building. She had risen amoung the ranks of S.T.A.R.S. due to her hard work and excellent skills. Amoung which included medical training. She was to be is mentor while he learned the ropes. He had even heard rumors that she was not much older then himself. Roughly three years his senior.

Surely if a women could become a ranking officer in that amount of time, he would be running the place in no time. "Finally...found it."

Wufei pulled into the RCPD parking lot and gathered his gear. He was not looking forward to all the paperwork his transfer required him to fill out, but could not help himself to a rare smile on his face. Today was the start of a new life for him.

What could go wrong.

He quickly checked in and put up his gear in the assigned locker. Slamming it shut he took a quick tour of the building to get accustomed to his new surroundings. Turning a corner, he found a small lounge for shift changes and relaxation. Inside were coffee and vending machines.

His stomach growled softly to remind him that he had skipped breakfast this morning. Making up his mind to indulge in a small snack he went to the nearest machine from the door and stuck in a dollar. Making his selection, he waited as the machine slowly began to release his cereal bar. As if to mock him, it stayed stuck on the edge of being released.

"INJUSTICE!" He hissed.

Just as Wufei was about to pull his service 9mm pistol, a young women walked up and placed her hand over his. Stopping him from any possible property damage. She was slightly shorter then him but did not seem to be fragilily built like most women he knew.

This did not mean that she was not attractive in the least.

'Where had that thought come from.'

She had honey blonde hair and a S.T.A.R.S. service patch on her jacket. She carried herself in a confident manner that at least showed Wufei she knew how to handle herself in tough situations. That was to be expected. They did not hire weaklings for S.T.A.R.S.

With a light flic of her wrist against the glass, Wufei's impropt breakfast was released. She bent down to retrieve it for him and he could not restrain himself from gazing at her...outward beauty.

Flustered and embarrassed for his slip in control, he took out his frustration on his new commrade.

"I could have done that women. I could have surely defeated a stupid vending machine. I would have done so if you had not interrupted."

The young ladies eyes sparkled in a way he had never seen but her voice carried none of the warmth her eyes did.

Glancing at his service pistol again, "I'm sure you could have handled this poor vending machine all by yourself. Why, I even think you didn't have to call backup. Aren't you so strong."

The nerve of this women. Who did she think she was talking to. Frustration was quickly replaced with anger. One of the few faults Wufei had turned it's head. Talking without thinking.

"Listen here Onna!" Wufei closed the gap between them. "What gives you the right to speak to me in such a degrating tone and mock me. Why don't you go back to your desk and file something while us real police officers protect you and this city!"

It was at that moment that Wufei took notice of something. A very important something. A detail that should not have gone unnoticed in the first place.

Her name tag.

Sally Poe.

A name tag that became easily readable as she placed her hands on her hips and closed the short gap into Wufei's face. "Now YOU listen up. You look like the new tranfer. The transfer assigned under this....ONNA." She spat the word as if she had tasted rotten milk. "I outrank you for the time being and can have you shipped back to whatever shit hole they found you in. I can have you cleaning toliets for the rest of your career if I had half the mind to, but we need every good cop out there. You must be one, though I find it highly unlikely, if you were assigned to S.T.A.R.S. in the first place."

Wufei could feel the blood leave his body. 'This must be what the dead feel like.'

Suddenly the radio room burst with activity. Dispatchers were hard at work trying to understand all the sudden radio chatter. Officers on the west side of the city began calling in with reports of mass riots in progress. People were attaching one another, but many of the reports did not make sense.

Reports of people biting one another and not falling after being shot by officers didn't add up. What was going on in the streets.

"ALL OFFICERS. ALL OFFICERS. REPORT TO THE WEST SIDE OF THE CITY IN FULL RIOT GEAR. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I REPEAT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. USE OF FORCE IS AUTHORIZED IF YOU COME UNDER ATTACK."

Wufei and Sally looked at one another. Quickly measuring each other up. Sally was the first to speak.

"Get your gear and meet me back here in five minutes. One hell of a first day for you, but at least you get to watch the master at work." She quickly ran to the womans locker room to gather her gear.

Wufei spun on his heel and retraced the route to his locker. Pulling on his protective armor, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride each time he was in complete uniform. 'I will be the hand of justice.'

Stopping at the weapons desk, he picked up a police issue Remington 870 service shotgun and extra ammunition for his service glock 17 9mm pistol. 'You can never be unprepared in the field.' Common sense told him that, and an uneasy feeling in his stomach helped further that decision. This somehow didn't feel right. Not in the slightest.

He regrouped with Sally who was carrying her service equipment and a AR-15 assualt rifle. They made their way to the motor pool dodging other officers and jumped in the nearest police cruiser. Sally gave directions over the radio to other S.T.A.R.S. members on tactics and where to meet before putting the car in gear and heading out of the station.

'One hell of a day indeed.'

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Later that day back at Duo's home

Duo climbed out of the bathroom. He had taken a shower to help with his aching head but nothing seem to make the throbbing go away.

'Mental note to self....don't drink entire bottle of tequila no matter what.'

"Why had I even done something so stupid. Wait until Hilde finds out. She's going to...she's...." Duo let the silence stretch out. 'What is Hilde going to do to him now.'

Nothing.

He had lost her. The reason he had missed the birthday dinner in the first place was because he had just finished negoitating the final price for the scrap yard. That was to be his big surprise. That they can final start moving forward in their relationship. To cash in on that engagement ring and make her an honest women.

Hilde Maxwell. It would have sounded nice. How could I have brought myself to tell her that as she walked out. She would have felt guilty and stayed. I didn't want her to stay because of guilt. I wanted her with me because she trusted me to take care of us. To believe in me, but she showed me that I took to long for her tastes.

"She told me she would be with me no matter what. I took alittle time to secure our futures and look at her...."

Duo's fist punched into the wall. The brief pain did not numb him from the deeper pain eating away inside. Duo finished getting dressed and went into the living room. He listened to the messages on his answering machine. Quickly deleting any message that Hilde had left. He couldn't deal with her at the moment. He knew he was being childish, but he was hurt.

He flicked on the tv to distract himself, but all that was showing on every channel was some news report about events going on in the city.

"This just in....there seems to be mass riots and panic in Racoon City today. The cause of the violence is still unknown, but reports state that it is indescriminate. Family members are attacking one another and injuries are mounting up. Local hospitals and medical services are being swamped. All off duty fire fighters and police officers are being asked to report for duty to assist in the clean up. More shocking claims are that encounters with armed police officers and S.T.A.R.S. members have resulted in no fatalities despite shots being fired at and in some cases into rioters. The subjects are getting back up and advancing on officers causing them to move deeper into the city. Local eye witnesses claim that many of the rioters were bitten earlier in the day and shortly there after took up the violence themselves. It is urged that if you or anyone you know has been bitten or injured by these suspects to please stay away from them. The mayors office is not ruling out chemical or biological weapons being used and caution all citizens of Racoon City."

Duo sat up straighter on the couch he had flopped down on. This was beginning to sound serious. From the look of things on the tv, the mob seemed to be moving into the area where Hilde's friends live. She could be in danger. His attention was brought back to the news.

"This just in. Now...this may sound fictional, unbelieveable, but we have double checked these results with local medical officals and have reliable information to conclude the truth to this statement."

"The dead are walking the streets of Racoon City. It is urged that all residents stay indoors. Do not allow anyone you do not know into your home. Especially if they show signs of violence or injury. It is asked that citizens defend themselves anyway possible. Anybody bitten by these....dare I call them...zombies, will in short time become one as well. Impact to the head seems to be the only means to bring any of these zombie like people down for good. Injury to any other part of their bodies will only slow them down."

"This has got to be some kind of movie or pratical joke, right?"

Duo listened to some more of the report, but it just kept repeating itself. The longer the report ran, the more he believed. He quickly ran to the phone and began dailing the numbers to some of the few friends he knew Hilde had. Panic was starting to set in again when he called the last number to Relena. A childhood friend of Hilde's.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Hello?" Relena spoke over the receiver.

"RELENA!" Duo shouted. "Sorry..um is Hilde with you?"

"Yes, but I don't think she wants to...."

"Great!" His emotions were on a roller coaster. Relief over finally finding Hilde's location caused him to cut Relena off.

"Have you been seeing the reports? Are you all safe? Don't let anyone inside with you. I'm going to be right over!"

Duo hung up the phone before Relena could respond. Her place wasn't that far from where he lived. He could be over there in a few minutes. He grabbed his keys and made a run for his truck.

He was about to open the front door when he remembered some of the news program.

'Stay indoors. For no means venture outside.'

Duo juggled his keys for a second before making up his mind.

"Since when are the things you see on tv true."

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[pilot03]

Updated some of this. I think I'll make this a long one-shot. Perhaps I can cut this up into chapters. I'm still not to my favorite part. The part that made me start writing this!!

Any ideas or opinions? Hit me up. :razz:

[epyon]

lol where's duo gonna take them? a bar? lol

[wicked]

You have a slight slip up in point of view in the beginning. At first it seems to be first person Duo and then changes to third person omniscent. And when you do a change scene, if you must label it as such "above ground" or whatnot, I'd use italics if only to make it clearer for the reader.

Other than...what's going to happen next p03? Whaaaat? Tell meeeee!

~Wicked

[Andrea]

Oooh! I like it!

My knowledge of Resident Evil is very limited; I've only played RE Zero and RE VI.

Neeway, I like the story, even though not much happened, which is why I'm so very eager to know more!

I loved Sally and Wufei's interaction, I want the action to start. Will this be a follow-through of the original Resident Evil plot, or will you somehow include some of the GW'verse in this as well?

Hope you continue with this!

[Elyn Yuy]

Where's Heero??? *looks around expectantly*
lol
keep up the good work

[pilot03]

You will see him in the next chapter. Just you wait.

[Elyn Yuy]

yay!!! *hugs and starts bouncing off the walls*