Thanks for the feedback from the last chapter! I was a little worried Myka's overreaction didn't make sense, but I'm glad it did. Hope you like this next chapter.

Chapter four: Like it or not (part two)

The following days were uneventful. The group spent their time wandering through abandoned cities and buildings in ruin, spending the nights in empty houses. Nobody really talked much, except Pete, but Pete was always talking anyway. But the worst part (yes, even worse than Pete's sad attempts at making jokes), was that they weren't coming across any zombies.

You would think that not running into flesh eating, undead monsters would be a good thing, but Pete, Myka, and Helena needed something to do. They were bored. And since they had no outlet with which to relieve stress, tensions were very high between everyone, particularly Myka and Helena.

Three days after Helena killed the zombie that morning, they were wandering through yet another abandoned city, still not finding any walking corpses, and very impatient.

"Where exactly are we?" Pete asked.

"I don't know," Myka said, bored.

"You don't have any idea where we are?"

"I just said I don't know!" Myka snapped.

"Yeesh, someone's got her panties in a bunch," Pete complained.

"Pete," Myka warned. "I haven't killed anything in four days. Don't make me want to change that with you."

The team continued to trudge along in silence. They looked inside empty houses, upturned cars, abandoned buildings, down streets, and around corners, but weren't finding anything. Helena was getting increasingly frustrated.

"What exactly is it that we're supposed to be doing?" she asked, annoyed.

"Writing a musical," Myka replied sarcastically. "We're hunting zombies! What the hell else do you think we're supposed to be doing?"

Helena rolled her eyes. "What I mean is that it's been quiet for a few days. Surely you must have some protocol for this."

"No, we don't," Myka said. "We look for zombies. We kill zombies. That's it. Sometimes there's lulls, we just have to deal with it."

"Artie will also sometimes assign us to a city that's particularly infested," Pete chimed in. "But that doesn't happen too often." Myka glared at him.

"So even if you're not finding any zombies to kill, you just continue to walk around aimlessly for god knows how long?" Helena asked.

"We have our mission so I wouldn't quite say it's aimless. Let's just keep moving." Myka started to walk away.

Helena didn't follow and looked around. "Well why don't we go to the top of that building there?" She asked, pointing at one of the taller buildings nearby, which was only a few stories high. This was a rather small town. "We can look from the top and see if there are any undead in need of another death in the area. If not, we can move on."

"I like that plan!" Pete said.

"It wasn't a plan, it was merely an observation."

Myka glared at Helena, but reluctantly agreed. "Fine, let's go."

The three of them reached the building, which they discovered upon entry used to be a hospital. They found the stairs and climbed all the way to the roof. They all took their turns scanning the view from each side of the building, but none of them were spotting anything that needed a bullet or blade to the head.

"That settles it then, we can leave," Helena said happily.

"You're not in charge, you know," Myka said.

Pete groaned sensing another argument coming on. He took out his gun and started playing with it, twirling it around his finger (with the safety on, of course).

"I never said I was in charge, I was simply suggesting a course of action," Helena defended.

"It didn't sound like a suggestion," Myka accused.

"Whoops!" Pete's gun slipped out of his hands, and off of the roof onto the ground, four stories down. He looked over the edge at where it landed.

"Well it was," Helena said. "And I really wish you would stop targeting me!"

"I wish you'd stop being so annoying."

"Hey guys," Pete said, knowing there was no hope of them hearing him. "I uh, dropped my gun. I'm just gonna go…get it." He headed back inside the hospital and down the stairs.

"Oh, I'm annoying now? Pray tell, what have I done to annoy you, your highness?"

"It's stuff like that!" Myka exclaimed. "All your teasing quips, and how you always act like you're better than me or smarter than me. And don't even get me started on you acting all high and mighty on your first day!"

"I was not acting, how you so delicately put it, 'high and mighty'," Helena said. "I was only trying to make a good impression on my new team."

Myka gaped. "Oh, we are so not a team!"

"Please forgive me if I'm mistaken but I do recall Captain Nielsen assigning me to work with you." Helena shook her head. "And weren't you the one who, just a few days ago, was telling me that we're a team? Well like it or not, we are a team. You're going to have to deal with my presence."

"Hey guys!" Pete's call from the ground wasn't heard by the two fuming women.

"Well your presence could be a little less irritating," Myka retorted.

"Guys!" Pete called again, his voice carrying up those four stories.

"And you could be a little more welcoming."

"MYKA!"

They both heard the shout this time. Myka whipped her head around the rooftop. "Where's Pete?" She ran over to the edge of the building where the voice came from and looked down. Pete was surrounded by three zombies, one of which was blocking him from the gun he went down to retrieve.

Myka pulled out her gun. "HG, how good is your long shot?"

Helena came up next to her, gun already drawn and looked down. "I won't hit Pete," she said, and fired.

One of the zombies went down. Myka fired not even a second later and a second zombie was dead. They both fired another shot at the same time, and hit the last zombie together.

"PETE!" Myka called. "PETE, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

"I'm peachy, thanks Mykes." Pete picked up his gun. Myka and Helena both ran hurriedly down the stairs to meet Pete on the ground.

Myka got there first, and she inspected each of the zombie corpses on the ground, making sure they were actually dead. "Pete, I'm so sorry, I'm glad you're okay," she said, and hugged him.

"Mykes, I'm fine, don't worry about it," Pete said, hugging her back.

Myka smiled at him, but then turned to Helena, and if the expression "if looks could kill" were ever actually appropriate, now would be that time.

Helena wasn't affected in the slightest. "What have I done this time?"

Myka stepped closer to the woman. "If we had listened to you and left," she pointed her finger to Helena's chest as she said you, "then we would have left these zombies here, thinking the place was clear."

"They must have been hiding somewhere, I didn't think they were that smart," Helena said. "I'm sorry for trying to be efficient!" Her voice was dry and showed no signs of sincerity.

"You know what?" You could hear Myka's voice dripping with frustration. "You've just been—"

"Oh, here we go again!" Pete exclaimed. Helena and Myka both turned to look at Pete questioningly. "You two are constantly fighting. Not only is it annoying on a daily basis, but thanks to you two, I could have died today!" Myka and Helena were silent as Pete let that fact sink in. "Even now, you're making this about yourselves instead of making sure something like this doesn't happen again. When did I become the only professional here? Myka, you need to stop being such a bitch, and HG, you need to stop tempting her. You two need to work out your goddamn issues before it costs a life."

And with that, Pete stormed away angrily, leaving Helena and Myka alone, thinking about what he said.