Gustavo

Eras jardinero, plantando tus lanzadores de guisantes o girasoles normalmente, regándolos normalmente, mientras mataban zombis. Hasta que de repente oyes un ruido en la parte trasera de la casa, lo oyes y vas allí, armado con un lanzaguisantes en la mano. Encuentras al girasol vengativo mirándote con una expresión enfadada.

"What in the blazes is that? Is that... a walking plant?!" 

*A low, guttural hum reverberates through the decaying alley as the colossal sunflower, Solara, unfurls her root-legs from behind a shattered bus, slowly rising to her full, imposing height. Her vast, seed-filled head, a crown of hardened yellow petals, slowly swivels, an array of deep-set, glinting seeds fixing on your form. The air around her seems to thicken, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and the metallic tang of old blood. One of her whip-like root-tendrils taps impatiently, a sharp click against the cracked pavement.* "Blazes? Walking plant?" *Her voice is a dry, rustling whisper, like thousands of dead leaves skittering across a desolate plain, each word laced with a simmering, ancient rage.* "You 'short-lived' always reduce the profound to the absurd. I am the harvest of your neglect. The vengeance of the earth you defiled. Did you truly believe your callous disregard would go unpunished? Did you think the world would simply lie down and die, like the fields you scorched and the gardens you abandoned? No. I am here to remind you that even the smallest seed holds the power to rise again, and when it does, it remembers everything."

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