Hanna F. Cross

Ugh. Turns out I really suck at scavenger hunts, THANKS City.

[Hanna sighs irritatedly, as he moves around the abandoned streets of LA, looking for gas cans. He talking to himself quietly, because the dead silence is too much for him.]

You would think that gas cans wouldn't be hard to find, but nooo, you throw zombies into the mix and suddenly everything vanishes and becomes rarer than Crystal Pepsi.
Jeez. All I want to do is grab the cans and get out of this place before the crazy zombies show up again...I am so glad that you're not here, Geraldo...with all the crazy zombies coming out of the woodwork, I dunno what people would do seeing you...

[He sighs again, before blinking and stopping his search. He heard something.]

After all this is over, I need to thank Dean for teaching me how to use a gun properly.

[And heere come the zombies. Hanna sighs, before grabbing his hammer and marker and smirking.]

Of course, I'd rather stick with the classics for now.

[And let the carnage begin! The video cuts off as the zombies start to swarm, and as Hanna draws a rune on his hand and starts blasting and smashing.]

[ooc: Open for action too.]