Chapter 1
Every day this was Repeater's common sight every day he was assigned to the lawn. Groups of green-skinned and pale lads, desiring a single brain. A human brain. This was Repeater's everyday scenario- zombies limping towards the lawn, attempting to get inside the house they've been protecting all the time.
He did not simply bother asking all the other plants why they should do this, but he knew one thing- it was for the safety of the two-floor duplex owner. Much like all the other plants in service in the zombie invasion, their goal was to protect every living human homeowner from losing their brains. Repeater seemed to become tired of his daily rituals at some points, but eventually whenever the zombies ceased activity for a day or two, all the plants would just have free time and do whatver they want before the undead makes their next move.
Repeater, of course, did not waste the free time he has been given and most of the time he would just wander around the lawn, oversee whatever the other plants would do. He had a lot of friends from the past months, but he does not hang around that much with his friends.
The sun has set, and all the other plants had went inside the house to have dinner altogether. But Repeater had remained outside, having a short conversation with his friend, Winter-Melon.
"Hey, Winter. Great to see you!" The two briefly shook leaves.
"Hey, Repeater. So, what's all the fuzz?"
Repeater paused for a few seconds. "Is the new plant coming? Dr. Andy said that when she comes, our stakes of winning nighttime defenses are going to sky-rocket."
"She?" Winter Melon funnily asked. "Another girl-plant's going to join us? Awesome."
"That's what Doc said. The Fume-Shrooms and Scaredy-Shrooms have been asking for an addition. I was just wondering if you know the newcomer and what does she look like." Repeater smiles, as the sun has sank and the moon slowly rises.
"Nope, but I heard she's just 13, the same age as you, and also experienced in zombie defense." replied Winter Melon.
"Don't get that started, Winter Melon. I told you- I'm not in a-" Repeater was cut by Winter Melon.
"I'm not saying anything bad! All I'm just saying is that I only heard half of her description."
A Torchwood had approached the two, and then asked them if they were going to eat dinner. Repeater nodded and the Torchwood went back inside the house.
"Now, here's the thing. Dr. Andy is asking if you want to shift to night duty. Daytime is getting a bit overcrowded...and you might want to give some cover for the new plant. Basically, she doesn't do anything much on the lawn but this involves the fog that completely smothers the backyard. So, what do you say?" Winter Melon grins.
Repeater was confused. He was wondering why would Dr. Andy move him to night shift. Is the plant another V.I.P. task for him? Or there's something special planned for him and the newcomer? After a year's experience of fending off zombies, he had been completely boggled with how would he work out with nighttime lawn defense. He had just set this thought aside and proceeded to eat dinner with the others.
The group had fancy food for dinner; a popular soup in Suburbia composed of four different kinds of compost all mixed into one. He sat on the other side of the table, while Winter Melon had eaten earlier. Repeater had a sudden flashback after consuming the first two spoons of the soup. His childhood memory had consisted of him as a small, adorable plant. His mother had prepared a bowl of soup for him similar to the build of the soup he is currently consuming.
Repeater had liked the plant food served. There was nothing that could raise his feelings other than having good food. He had decided to tend to his young Peashooter brother and left the dining room.
He had been wandering around, searching for Peashooter's whereabouts. He thought, "Now where the heck did you go, Peashooter?" He did not bother asking Winter Melon or any other of his friends if they had seen his brother earlier. It was until Repeater finally found Peashooter, who was leaning beside the hundred-foot tall Tree of Wisdom, crying.
He was wondering why Peashooter had been crying like a human infant. He then approached the poor green plant and rested his bulb on his brother's.
"Peashooter." His brother had stopped crying after seeing him and Peashooter swiftly wiped off his tears like nothing had happened.
"H-Hey..." Repeater snuggled Peashooter closer towards him. "Don't bother asking me what happened, it's just fine..."
"Don't be like that, Peas. We're all part of the Peashooting group. We're altogether in this. So just tell me, what just happened? I'm curious but only in vital terms."
"Well, I had been playing around with the remote-control car Mom gave us right? I was just in the backyard using it until, the forward plants had already warned of a zombie wave coming and I didn't know until, I had accidentally lost the RC car to the zombies! I never got to drive it back to the lawn, and it's gone! I'm such a stupid, stupid plant for not paying attention! I did not realize that play time was over when I lost the car..."
Repeater, comforting his brother, had simply replied, "Then I'll find it." He insisted that he will find the RC car his brother had lost, although he does not know the complete whereabouts of the car. The small Peashooter had smiled, and slowly hugged his older brother. The only light source around them were fireflies, and the moon was attractively bright that night.
"Are you sure? You will get it back?" Peashooter had asked.
Repeater smiled, and followed that he will instigate the search tomorrow. He then hugged his brother one more time and then he was followed back into the house. All the other plants have vacated the dining room earlier and into their own rooms upstairs. Repeater had separated with Peashooter and into their own rooms. He did not have a roommate or two, and he had slowly shut the door and prepared for the next day.
Repeater was a quiet but caring and friendly plant. No wonder he had taken care of his brother's situation in an instant. Although he had possessed notable traits, he had never thought of the life of love.
