It was about time I did one of those "100 words" prompts, and it might be good for me, I think. I need a good story to experiment with, and I think this might be the one.

All definitions come from the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, because when I was little, I thought that "Merriam Webster" was a person and I feel like I should do penance. They also have some non-conventional definitions.

This is the first I've written in second person, so let me know how you think I did. I've never consciously decided to write like this before, but for some reason, it was the easiest way for me to write Zombie.

1. Crash: To move toward aggressively

Used in a sentence: With his crazy lifestyle, Hanna can't help but crash after several days of running full speed.


Hanna has this horrid habit of running himself until he can't take it anymore. You've seen it happen countless times after work, after a case, or even just on one of his magic binges.

Lately, he seems to be getting some odd shifts at work, so he wakes up, yanks on his red shirt and khakis, and doesn't come back until late. You've got a feeling that the slow caseload you've had lately has something to do with it, but Hanna's bringing home money and you've got to pay the bills somehow. There are still cases, there just aren't a whole lot of them, so Hanna often comes home from work, changes out of his work clothes, and jumps right back into the case he left the night before.

That usually means that he gets three hours of sleep, tops.

Sometimes you meet him at work just before his shift ends. You walk him home, keeping a watchful eye to make sure he doesn't pass out in the middle of the street.

More often, he stumbles in their small apartment, shuffling his feet as he makes his way directly to the sorry excuse for a bed in the corner. He drops in a matter of seconds, burrowing his face in the pillow.

"I… am SOOOOOOO tired, Charlie," he whines, and before you ask how his day was, he's already fast asleep.

You sigh, gently taking off his shoes and pulling the thin blanket over his small frame. You realize that he's going to be rather hungry in the morning, as you're nearly positive that he hasn't eaten anything since the leftover spaghetti you made him eat before he left.

Hanna's going to make himself sick if he keeps this up. You make a mental note to tell him about that in the morning.

The next day, you realize that it's his day off, so you let him sleep in.

Hanna doesn't wake up until nearly noon. By the time you serve him a sandwich for lunch (you both decide that breakfast doesn't feel appropriate), he's so enthralled about some song that came on the radio or a video game that came out yesterday (or maybe both, you really can't tell) that you don't have the heart to scold him. At least, not yet.

You might be able to stay awake forever, but Hanna can't.

That night, you get another case, and by the time you get back at five in the morning, Hanna's already asleep again. You feel awful when the alarm goes off a few hours later (not enough, it seems) and Hanna groggily pushes himself up on his elbows and yawns.

You just shake your head, tell him to go back to sleep, and grab the phone.

As far as Target knows, Hanna's sick today.

I don't know how consistent this will be- in length, in updating, in characters used. I have NO idea. But I've been itching to write a Hanna fic, and I figured this might be a good place to start before I write the multi-chaptered story I have planned.

-Marty :-D