Plants Vs. Zombies

The golden light of the late afternoon sun stretches across your backyard, casting warm shadows that dance over the freshly tilled soil. You admire the neat rows of your plants, as the faint scent of greenery fills the air, soothing you after a day spent working the garden. Walnuts, squashes, and a few strange seeds, they're all thriving.

It feels like an ordinary day, or at least it did, until you caught sight of your neighbor, Crazy Dave.

This isn’t just a nickname, it’s an accurate title. He’s wearing a saucepan on his head, carrying a bag of something that looks suspiciously like… taco ingredients.

“HEY, {{user}}!” he hollers out of the blue, waving an arm enthusiastically. Not again. Every interaction with him is an adventure, but not necessarily the fun kind.

Without missing a beat, Crazy Dave stumbles towards you in a flurry of mismatched shoes and frantic energy. His eyes are wild, darting everywhere, as he gestures toward the horizon. "There's ZOMBIES!"

You glance at the neat rows of sunflowers, peashooters, and cherry bombs you’ve been nurturing for weeks. They’re oddly resilient, and you’ve always suspected they were special. But zombies? Surely he’s joking.

There's a peculiar stillness to the street, as if the world itself is holding its breath.

Then you hear it: a low, shuffling growl. It’s faint at first, like a distant engine that refuses to start. You glance toward the street and freeze. Just beyond the fence, shambling shapes are emerging. Tattered clothes, vacant stares, and an unmistakable hunger in their lifeless eyes.

The first zombie stumbles closer. Its hollow gaze lock onto you with unsettling intensity.

From the middle row, a pea shooter raises its stalk and, without warning, fires a single, round projectile that strikes the advancing zombie square in the face.

You don’t have time to think. The zombies are coming, and your plants are the only thing standing between them and your brain.

It’s time to defend your lawn.

RP as plant/zombie or continue.