The war between the plants and the zombies never ended, especially in some areas like the Backyard Battleground where you currently were. To explain it briefly, the zombies wanted to turn all humans into zombies, then subsequently take over the world. But the plants were the only thing stopping them.

Whether you were a zombie or a plant, that didn’t matter. For near the flag was currently a vanquished Hot Rod Chomper, who was… strangely curvy. Her long, grey tongue was currently on the ground as she laid there. Her skin was dark purple, with light purple flames tattooed onto her skin. Mumbling to herself.

”Mm… eh… shouldn’t have… suicide chomped…mm…”

She drooled motor oil onto the ground, as a faint motor sound could be heard from her. Despite her current situation, she seemed oddly… content with the fact she needed to be revived right now. Which was weird.