I am sorry, but I am afraid I have a serious case…

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…of Zombie Writer's Block. How is it worse that normal Writer's Block? BECAUSE IT JUST IS. And because of this, and my recent obsession with Disgaea, creativity for the final part of 'The Date-Wrecking Game' is dying fast. So first, while I have your attention, please answer this question if you review: Who would you rather appear in the third part as Hacker's 'reinforcements'?

1) Huntress, Huntee & VampHunter (I think it might be a good chance to flesh them out a little, since I'd like them to appear more often)

2) Tank (It would be nice to include him more often, right?)

3) Both (HELL YEAH!)

And for now, I give you a one-shot of conflict between Hacker and Hunter that I wrote a long time ago. I'm not sure if it's weak, crap, forced or all of the above. XD

DISCLAIMER: …Seriously.

Re-enacted Filler

"Hunter! Hunter!"

The hoodied infected gripped the side of a building and hung over the street below, perfectly hidden in the shadows as Hacker wandered around on the sidewalk. He had been trying to avoid her as much as possible while he concocted a plan to get his own back. Avoiding her was easiest when you were waaay above her.

"Hunter? Huuuuuuuunter!"

What does she want with me now?

Hunter squinted and looked carefully at her, seeing something he hadn't seen before. A stop sign, pole and all, was glued to her foot, making a loud metallic clanking whenever Hacker walked. Hunter slapped a hand over his mouth as he snickered.

"Aha!"

Damn.

He must have covered his mouth a moment too late, because now Hacker knew he was near. She looked around for him, her throat expanding a little more than usual.

She must be pissed.

"Alright, if you wanna play it that way…" Hacker took a calm breath and held her head up high. "…I'll just have to tell Smoker about your unhealthy cru-"

Hunter pounced down to the ground and slapped both of his hands over the short one's mouth. "Don't. You. Dare."

"Then help me get this friggin' sign off my foot!" Hacker snapped back when her mouth was free. She didn't look too pleased when Hunter rubbed the gummy residue on her sleeve.

"Why don't you ask someone else?" he asked. Hacker's throat started getting bigger.

"I did, I asked Tank, but he said to come to you about it," she explained, stomping her stop sign'd foot. "And I can't find anyone else."

"Hm…" Hunter crouched down to look at the sticky foot. "How'd it get stuck to your foot?"

"Don't ask. Please."

Hunter looked back up at Hacker with an amused grin. "Are you sure you don't wanna keep it? You look better with it on." Hacker made a croaking noise from the back of her throat and her neck puffed up like a frog's. "Alright, chill, I was just kidding!"

"Wasn't funny," Hacker mumbled, her neck decreasing in size. Hunter hopped passed her and picked up the pole of the sign. He managed to yank it off with one small tug.

"That was easy," he commented, dumping the sign on the ground next to him. He looked at Hacker with a confused look. "Why didn't you just pull it off yourself?"

Hacker just stared at him. After a while, she slowly lifted her arms to show the limpness of the sleeves just short of the elbow area. "No. Hands."

"…Sorry," Hunter mumbled. There was a long pause while Hunter waited for something. Hacker just stared back at him.

"…What?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"…Liiike…?"

"I don't know. A certain phrase to express gratitude. Ring a bell?"

"…Nope."

"Where's my 'thank you'?" Hunter snapped, raising his arms in the air. She was really frustrating to deal with.

"…Thanks, I guess."

"You 'guess'?"

"Hey, that's the best you're getting."

At least it was better than nothing. Hunter turned and made to leave.

"…Wait a sec." He stopped and looked back at her. She was waving her stubby arms about, as though frustrated. "Don't we normally fight longer than this?"

"…I guess. So?" he replied. Hacker groaned and shook her head.

"But it's no fun that way! You're supposed to pester me about being stupid enough to get a stop sign on my foot, then I go and tease you about hiding from me, then we fight some more and then I own your ass!" she went on, waving her arms about and puffing her throat between breaths. Hunter was a little weirded out by her wheezy ranting.

"…And why do you want that to happen exactly?" he dared to ask. Hacker stopped flailing and she puffed her throat up again, as well as her cheeks.

"'Cause I'm frickin' BORED!"

Hunter breathed out a heavy sigh. He knew she had been annoying him and getting on his nerves for her own amusement, but he didn't know that Hacker was THIS desperate to torture him. She needed to get another hobby.

"Don't you have anything better to do with your time during a zombie apocalypse?" Hunter asked. He looked around for any suggestions, and pointed at a rental store. "Watch a movie or something. They're free now, all things considered."

Hacker paused before she deflated herself. She was quiet. It made Hunter feel uneasy.

"…Fine. Have it your way." Hacker walked right up to him and grinned. "I'll just watch a re-enactment of a classic."

KA-POW!

Hunter was kicked out into the street. He tumbled into the middle of the road and came to a stop. Before he knew it, a ball of dull pink goo was shot at him, sticking him to the ground. He struggled to sit up.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Hunter looked around frantically and noticed the steep hill he was at the bottom of. He frowned. "Since when was there a hill here?"

"I dunno, but it's part of the big scene." He looked back over to Hacker and his jaw dropped. She was standing near a parked car by the sidewalk. Its lights were flashing and he could hear the warning beep it made.

"Hacker, w-what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about ending this evening with a beep," she called back casually, getting her foot at the ready.

"H-Hacker! You set that thing off and I'll-"

BANG!

BWEEP-BWEEP-BWEEP-BWEEP!

The moment the car alarm went off, Hunter froze. He heard the screaming in the distance and saw a couple of rocks nearby start to quiver. Hunter looked up at the top of the hill. In seconds, a giant horde began to stampede down the hill, all charging towards the source of the alarm. Hunter gulped.

"Hacker… I'll get you for this," he managed to say. Hacker was hiding behind the window of a store, watching the scene from her safe spot.

"I'll try to 'be prepared'!" she yelled over the noise as the horde trampled over the stuck Hunter. She smiled at her work, no longer bored. "I love Disney rip-offs."

Later Days!

Hunter: SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THIS F***ING FANFIC!