Kamen Rider Infected!

(Welcome ladies and gentlemen to...the first Kamen Rider and Left 4 Dead Crossover! I had decided that this type of story should be done as I've felt that it would only be right, so here we go! Also, others elements you see in this story reside from Dead Space, Metal Gear Rising: Revengance, Prototype 1 & 2, Crysis 2 & 3, Resident Evil 5 & 6,and finally Xionic Madness! Note that I do NOT own anything here as it belongs to:)

-Valve

-Visceral Games

-Konami

-Newgrounds

-Radical Entertainment

-Shotaro Ishinomori

-Capcom

-And Crytec!

(With all this said, however, I do own the OC's of this story and my rider Kamen Rider Infected. Hope you all enjoy!)

(P.S. This story will contain the following genre's: Horror, Drama, Action, Adventure, Romance, Comedy, Harem, and Sci-fi, just to let you know!)

Chapter 1: Rise of a new Rider! Part 1!

Two Weeks after Infection...

"This day just can't get any worse, can it?"

This question was merely asked as a young man was slumped against a Humvee, clearly tired as sweat poured down his face and his breaths were fast, showing he had been running around for quite some time.

Why you may ask? Simple...to survive.

Approximately two weeks back an odd case of the bird flu seemed to have spread a bit leading to the containment of a small town, or more importantly the population.

Things took a rather bad turn as the symptoms had turned from severe to fatal as soon many people began to perish to this disease, and quickly rising in numbers.

It was, however, not long until they saw the after effects.

Corpses began to rise, people still alive soon turned as their eyes went blood red, and not long after began to hunger. And their choice in meals...was human flesh. To those who had bets going, you guessed it...a zombie apocalypse has begun.

The young gentlemen hunched up by the military vehicle was known as James Mason, a 23 year old private within the U.S. military. He was a white male with an athletic build, short and shaggy brown hair and emerald green eyes that held a cat-like slit in them. Currently he was wearing a pair of jeans, a plain white shirt, a pair of black boots, and an unzipped camo jacket, and at his side was a rectangular machete blade.

James was primarily an assault type of person, and his skills showed it. Rifles worked well for him while sidearms were fantastic to use since they were fast to reload and easy to carry, and his fighting capabilities were on par with other sergeants as he had mostly trained in offensive fighting while he dabbled in defensive.

Currently now James is recovering after sprinting for about 2 hours now as it turned out that the dead bodies left in the morgue at the hospital had come back as well, resulting into a full on firefight when the cops tried to hold them off while people evacuated. It was going well until they ambushed by some new type.

It appeared that these new types, the 'uncommons' as citizens call them, have mutated to the point where they now possess new and more deadlier capabilities.

Leaping, attracting commons, even going as far as turning into the Hulks bastard cousin!

(AN: I own nothing! Also, trying my best to explain stuff!)

As James finally caught his breath he looked through the window of the car and grinned. Inside was an Assault rifle, an M16A3, and besides it were a few left over mags. Backing up a bit he looks around to see if anyone or anything was nearby, he pulled the machete free from its sheath as he angled it correctly before thrusting the blunt end forward.

CRACK!

Smiling in satisfaction, he looks at the window and notices that it now had multiple cracks in it along with decently sized hole as he pulled his elbow back before smashing it into the already broken glass causing it to shatter.

He reached inside and unlocked the door before opening it back up as he then grabbed the rifle. Giving it a once over he noticed that the current clip was missing a round. He was confused at seeing this until he looked at the other seat and saw the corpse of a soldier, with a single bullet hole in the center of his head.

He frowned sadly as he looked at the fallen soldier before him and leaned over as he closed his still open eyes and gave a silent prayer before exiting the car.

Once he stepped out he pocketed the other magazines before turning the safety back on. Rechecking once more he gives a nod of satisfaction before moving silently down the street again.

As he walked he checked the time on his watch. "5:30? Guess time goes by fast." Waving it off for now he merely kept moving forward as pulled out a map as he looked at it carefully before sighing tiredly.

"10 miles? Why the hell does this stinking place have to be 10 fucking miles away?!" He had heard about a medical center that would have communication and supplies for people fleeing the city. He doubted anyone would be there, but if there was anything he could use to get in contact with anyone outside the city, he might just be in luck.

As he looked around he noticed one of the houses nearby had the front door still open, perhaps a sign showing that the residents are no longer at home.

He jogged up to the house and checked through the front windows as he peered inside, but frowned as he saw someone standing in the kitchen, with something else in the corner of the room. He looked over towards the door and walked towards it as he made his way inside.

He crept silently, trying not to disturb the figure that merely stood there, and was now able to see him. His skin was deathly pale, veins showing, and the man reeked of odor! However, he was soon mortified when he saw what had been in the corner.

It was a person, or what remained really, as it appeared the neck had been ripped out and the stomach was ripped open as pieces of the ripped apart organs were laid out as blood covered the body and floor.

He gagged at the sight but kept his guard up as he soon brought up his rifle and turned the safety off, getting a light *click* sound as he pointed the rifle towards the figure, who sadly turned when he heard the click.

It's eyes glowed lightly as it looked at James, and bared its teeth as it stared at him.

James moved back slowly as he put a bit more distance between him and the undead in front of him in hopes of not causing it to attack. Sadly, it seemed to be rather testy as it soon charged towards James, who pointed the rifle at its head.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

He fired three rounds into its head as the undead's skull ruptured from the attack, causing its head to promptly explode in skull fragments and brain matter.

James let out a breath as he looked at the corpse before him and winced at the sight. This was what would happen when your infected with this virus.

You lose your humanity, your life, and...your lunch.

Even though he's seen this type of stuff before, he couldn't help but lurch a tad at seeing the gore before him. Most would simply shrug it off but others often regretted eating beforehand.

James shook his head and looked away, and walked out of the room for a second to recompose himself. After a minute went by he walked back in and checked the cupboards. In a few were simply dishes and other assortments until one cupboard was opened to show some medical supplies.

Pain killers, aspirin, headache medicine, and a medium sized med-kit. Nodding he looked around and found a bag at the top of the fridge and opened it up. Looking inside he noticed that inside was a flashlight, a neatly-folded poncho, and a pair of binoculars.

Grinning he grabbed the medical supplies and bagged them before looking inside the cupboards for food. After some searching he a found few fruit bars, some bottles of water, 4 apples, half a loaf of bread, and one jar of peanut butter and grape jelly. As he zipped the bag up he noticed on the counter a ringlet of keys and grew curious. Picking them up his mind wandered back to the closed garage and thought.

Walking out of the kitchen he looked around and saw a door for the garage and opened it. As he walked inside he turned on the light and frowned. Inside was a wrecked car that looked like it was taken apart and wasn't repaired. However, his eyes soon drifted towards an oddly-shaped object behind the car, that was covered by a white sheet.

He walked over towards it hesitantly and gripped the sheet before pulling it off, and almost shit himself in happiness.

Underneath was a dark blue Honda Valkyrie Rune! Its main body was sleek and strong, the seat looked firm, and the tires were brand new. Curious, he pulls out the ringlet of keys and picks a rather specific one as he puts it into the ignition and turns it getting a roar of life from the engine. By this point James was grinning so bad it was close to breaking the skin.

As he walked over to the garage door he lifted it up with a firm yank, and was nearly blinded by the sun as it was in full blast.

"Stupid, infernal ball of gas..." James muttered as he slung the bag onto his back along with the rifle and grabbed the helmet lying on one of the handlebars of the motorcycle and hopped on.

Taking in a breath he road out of the drive way and begins riding down the street. With each minute he passed by more and more houses that were abandoned, with what were remnants of people laying in the streets or on the grass of their homes. James couldn't help but sigh sadly as he looked at the now empty homes of his hometown, sending as many prayers he could think of to those who are still alive in hopes that they make out of this newly claimed hell.

~2 hour later~

After some time on the road, James stopped and hopped off his newly claimed ride as he looked around to see where he had stopped. It was an old looking gas station, but appeared to still be up and running. Glancing around he noted that the pumps were still active as they were still running, and the station itself must have been running on reserve power.

Nodding to himself he put the kick stand up as he got to one of the pumps and began to refill the tank. For such a small tank, this thing sure can go the extra mile.

Looking around he sat down next to the bike and opened his bag up and pulled out some food for himself. As he prepared his sandwich he looked at the time on his watch and noticed a few hours had gone by as it was now 7:00 PM.

"Strange? I knew the drive would take awhile but I didn't expect for it to take this long." He was right in a sense, the center he was heading to was pretty much in the dead center of the city and no doubt was either crawling with commons or uncommons, and THAT certainly was not something that he wanted to deal with.

As he began to eat his mind wandered back to his squad mates and squad leader. He hadn't been able to get in contact with them since the first attacks began and he was getting worried as to what happened to them.

'Peter...Portman...Allison...I hope you guys are all right, I really don't want to find out another one close to me had perished.' James had lost his brother several years back and that had hurt him a lot, but if he had lost his team he wasn't sure if he could go on at that point.

He shook himself as he banished the thoughts from his mind before he picked himself up, trying to stay focused as he pulled the map out again. "Okay, all I need to do is go west from here and the city should be about 3 miles away, and the center is within a place called Mercy Hospital."

He paused as he looked at the name once more and shivered; any place with that kind of word did not comfort him, not one bit.

After he packed everything up he couldn't help but wonder if he forgot something, and as he was about to hop onto the bike he heard something.

*Gurgle*

He paused as he was confused till blanked as it finally him.

"Oh...crap." Looking around once more he looked inside the gas station to see if the coast was clear. Thankfully, the place was pretty much abandoned as no one was inside.

Rushing forward he headed towards the men's room as he opened the door and immediately closed it behind him.

~10 minutes later~

James soon walked out from the bathroom with a look of bliss. Hey, he had been moving all day, dude needed a restroom break! As he moved towards the door, something caught his eye. A flash of light seemed to appear from behind the counter. Making his way behind the counter he looks down to notice a small metal object poking out of a suitcase on the ground.

Leaning down he opened up the case to reveal a pair of twin snub-nosed revolvers, each looking maybe a few years old as they've been used before. He examined the revolvers closely and noticed that they were already loaded and by the looks of it fired .45 caliber rounds, which was good for him since when he looked into the case he found twelve extra rounds.

Seeing future usage in them he pocketed the extra rounds and placed the revolvers into the two holsters that were inside the case as well. After getting his things together he headed outside and mounted the cycle once more before riding down the road.

~1 hour later~

It had been an exhausting journey, well more like a sunday drive from hell, but James had finally reached the city. And needless to say...shit had hit the fan hard.

The roads were practically barren as stores left and right had either been boarded up or it broken into as shards of glass were scattered across the sidewalk, leaving the inside torn apart. What surprised him was that a lot of cars were nowhere to be seen until he pulled up to one of the streets' many stop lights, and couldn't help but stare in absolute fear as he soon found the cars.

They were stacked up on top of each other like a blockade as it stretched from one building to the other. What scared him the most, however, were the crushed imprints that looked rather close to hand prints.

Yeah, he promptly kept moving as he did NOT want to find what caused that.

As he continued to ride down the streets he looked forward and noticed a neon street sign flickering, but it stayed in for him to read the message.

"All civilians are to head to the Mercy Hospital Medical Center, all infected are to be escorted to the Hazmat tents until further notice."

"Well thats all well and good, but where's the center?"

James looked down the road and soon saw the a large building that practically towered over the city, having a barely lit neon sign saying 'Mercy Hospital' on it.

"Oh, there it is."

As he started the bike once more he soon felt something, a low rumbling sound as the ground seemed to shake. James at first was confused until he then heard something.

*BOOM!*

Looking back he saw what was once the stacked blockade was now up in flames as he saw the remains of an oil tanker, seemingly to have gone up in flames before exploding.

James was still very surprised by the sudden noise but soon felt his heart stop.

*Raaooarrahhh!*

Soon running down the street, hundreds of common infected were now sprinting, crying out with their inhuman screeches, and sadly he was in their line of sight. "Oh shit!" James yelled as he then hit the gas and raced down the street, focusing more on whats in front of him rather than behind as he did NOT want to deal with them!

Sadly, however, he was less then fortunate as a dozen more soon ran out from one of the dark alleyway's. James managed to avoid them, only for one of them to grab onto the back of the bike!

"Oi! Get off!" James shouted as he tried to shake of the common only for it to begin climbing up. James was really starting to panic as he knew if he didn't get rid of this thing he'd soon crash and then he'd be dinner.

Thinking fast he went to grab the revolver he had placed on his left hip and pulled it out, aiming for the common's head. He was shocked, however, as soon the bike had ended up hitting something as James and the common were soon sent flying as they crashed into the pavement, sending his rifle off into one of the uncovered manholes.

James was lucky he had tucked and rolled as he didn't need any more problems at the moment. As he began to sit himself up once more, he had forgotten the common was still near him.

*Yeargh!*

The next thing he knew the common from before was now coming at him once more as it grabbed onto his right arm...

*Bite!* *Ri~p!*

"AAAAAH!"

...and bit him!

James was in major pain as the common had just ripped a small chunk out of his arm! In anger, he pulled up both of the revolvers and aimed.

"Eat this, you motherfucker!"

*Bang!*

*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*

*Bang!*

He had unloaded five rounds from his revolvers as the common fell back as its skull was now in pieces. James was in pain, but more he had been bitten! His thoughts were soon interrupted as soon he saw that the horde from before was catching up, and fast.

Not wasting anymore time, he turned and was relieved as he had finally made it to the center. Looking around he saw that the front door was somewhat barred off except for a small opening. He moved fast as he threw his bag inside before ducking down to crawl through.

Once in he looked around and spotted a vending machine near the wall. Clutching his arm still, he got to the side of it and pushed the machine to the side with all his might, as it then fell over with a crash, before he then began to position it in front of the small entry way.

With a final push the entry was soon covered, and in the nick of time too as the horde finally caught up, and were now attempting to crawl through but to no avail.

As James sat against one of the pillars his eyes soon drifted towards the still bleeding wound left on his arm. He knew what would happen now, but at this point he couldn't give up, not when he'd come so far.

Looking around he saw that the place itself was practically abandoned, papers were everywhere, their were a low amount of supplies left behind, and by the looks of it, a group was already here earlier as several dead commons were left about.

James reached into the bag and pulled out the medical kit and pulled out a roll of bandages before rapping it around the infected wound. He winced at the pain and could definitely feel the virus spreading through him, but at this point he couldn't care less.

After finally bandaging the wound he shakily stood up only to almost fall once again. He pocketed the revolvers and pulled out his machete and pulled himself up again. Once he was finally up he made his way to the main counter. As he soon reached it, he noticed his eye sight was fading lightly and he was starting to shake lightly.

"I-I can't s-stop here." Unknowingly, when his hand had landed on an empty coffee mug, he pressed down on it only for a panel under it to sink in releasing a 'click!' sound.

James looked at it oddly for a second but soon was surprised to see the wall slide back and open up to reveal a hidden passage. Feeling a sense of curiosity wash over him, he trudged on through with his machete at the ready as he moved down the dark hallway.

As he walked onward he could see a faint light up ahead as he was slowly approaching it, still on alert.

Finally reaching the source of light he soon enters an odd lab of sorts. Their were generators running off in one of the corners, a set up of different chemicals that looked as if they haven't been used for some time, and a few opened crates. What truly caught his attention however was the large dark blue briefcase on one of the tables.

He knew curiosity killed the cat, but he may die soon so might as he might as well give it a shot. He walked towards the briefcase and noticed the lock on it, it was number combination.

He looked around for a second and his landed on one of the white boards and noticed the number written on it.

"1300?" He knew of that time period, it was when the Bubonic plague had struck claiming the lives of millions. Looking at the case, he knelt down and input the numbers. When the last one was put in the case gave a light *Pop!* signifying it was now unlocked. With a sharp breath he opened the case.

What was inside was an odd-looking gauntlet. It was blue and black in color but appeared to outfitted with some odd tech of sorts along with a strange vial or capsule. It was mainly cylindrical in shape but was made with a glass casing while on both ends was a metallic cap. Inside the capsule, however, was a dark blue-looking liquid that had wisps of crimson inside.

He noticed the shape of it and saw an opening on top of the gauntlet and soon got an idea. Taking his bandaged arm he unwrapped the bandages and almost puked seeing the grotesque looking skin and muscle before he placed the gauntlet over it. It seemed to fit his arm but noticed a slight tightening sensation as it seemed to wrap around his arm.

Looking at the capsule once more he gave a final prayer and lowered it into the circular slot. To his shock, the capsule's front cap opened up slightly to reveal a syringe-like needle, and before he could stop himself the capsule went into the slot and slammed the needle right into the bite mark!

He bit his tongue in an attempt to try and not yell, as the pain was worse than before! He saw the bottom cap had extended and looked like a plunger and he had slowly pressed down on it.

"INJECT!"

The moment he did that and the odd mechanical voice had spoken, the strange liquid began to pour through as it spread through the open wound and made its way into his veins. At first he was close to passing out, but soon it felt as though he was getting...better. A lot better!

He looked down at himself and noticed his muscles seemed be pulsing, his veins were bulging lightly throughout his whole body until it soon reached his head. Veins began to appear around his eyes as his vision was seemingly stronger than ever before.

Looking down at the gauntlet he saw what was left to do, the capsule needed to be inserted into the gauntlet now. As he was about to do so he hesitated.

'What will happen after this?'

"Something amazing, my dear soldier."

His eyes widened as he looked around before his eyes landed upon the gauntlet. "Was that voice...you just now?"

"Quite so."

James jumped back a step as the gauntlet spoke once more, this time the voice was much clearer now.

"W-Who are you?" He asked shakily. This was such a weird situation for him, it was amazing that he hadn't fainted yet.

"Me? I am Professor Christoff, a german scientist who is responsible for the creation of this very gauntlet you are wearing right now. Now, before anything else I know for a fact that those undead beasts are probably still outside right now and if we want a chance to get out of here, you'll need to take them out."

"Take them out? Their's about a hundred of them out there! How am I supposed to take them out all by myself?"

"Simple, the gauntlet you are wearing right now will provide you with the strength to defeat them; all you need to do is push the capsule into the regulator and the rest is up to you."

James looked at it for a second before asking one last question.

"When I do this, will their be any prior...after effects?"

"Heh heh heh, I knew were a bit different than most. I assure you however, that if you were worried about that, then you'd have already been dead. But seeing as you are not, are you ready to make a deal with the devil?"

James stared for a second before a smirk appeared on his face as he then pushed down on the capsule, placing it in the regulator.

"Sure, but after I deal with these guys I'm wanting some answers, alright?"

"Standing by!"

"Of course, I am a man of my word, now lets deal with these bastards once and for all!"

"3!" A small red light blinks on.

"2!" A small orange light blinks on afterward.

"1!" Finally, a small green light blinks on as all three turn blue.

"Systems...Online!"

(AN: I know its a dick move to stop here but I wanted everyone's opinion on the idea and also so that I can start on some preparations for future chapters. Nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, favorite or follow if you enjoyed, leave a review on what you think of it, and I'll see you all later)