When Zomboss promised change for the destroyed Zombies, no one expected this. One-hundred feet high skyscrapers and bustling shops and towns littered Zomburbia, the Zombie capital. Young Imps loitered around the playgrounds, while Foot Soldiers marched in military parades in Brain Square.
Just 20 years ago the Zombie Empire was reduced to nothing. Humans and Plants occupied the country, stealing the nations rich fossil-fuels and natural resources. Everyday Zombies would be selected and shot by sadistic Plants, only fueling their anger. Zomboss exploited their anger, and in his younger days, he would stand on shoeboxes and give rousing speeches to the Zombie people.
They ate it up like a termite, and soon he was elected Prime Minister of the occupied puppet-government. His first day of office consisted of reform after reform. He put in power a new government with him as it's dictator. He kicked out the Humans and Plants and built up the Zombie armed forces. Soon the country exited their endless depression and into an era of economic prosperity.
Millions of young workers got jobs in military plants such as the top-notch "Z-Mech Factory" which created new robotic suits for the nations Child-Soldiers. Army Manpower rose to over two million men, more than enough to guard their borders.
After his own country was fixed, he set his sights on other ones. In 1938 he annexed Austria, in 1939 he annexed the Czechs and Polish, and in 1940 he enacted a large-scale offensive into France. Victory after victory showered his regime and popular support was on his side. Finally, his goals to colonize the weak was coming into fruition.
Endsieg would be achieved. The super-race would be created. The ultimate victory was in the Zombies' hands.
Peashooter and his companions watched the parade in horror, hidden up on the top of a tree.
"How do they march so in sync with each other?"
He stared with his binoculars on the military march. Cactus was right behind him and scouting the parade with a Garlic Drone.
"Discipline". Cactus responded
"How can all of them be this disciplined? It's like their in a trance of some sort. Reminds me of sleepwalking". Peashooter inquired.
"How do you think they've conquered this much pea?"
"Hell if I now, I'm gonna go down and get closer, okay?" Peashooter stared at the Cactus before sliding down the tree bark. Hitting the ground softly.
"If you get caught don't say it's my fault. I'm just scouting for now". Cactus warned.
The naive Peashooter didn't care and didn't make that much of an effort in not being caught.
He slithered past an old building right next to the marching Zombies. Their songs filled his ears. The Pea walked into an alley and knelt before a small fence.
He noticed a fire-exit on one of the steel apartment buildings and wondered how he would get up there.
"If I were too hyper up, would they notice me?" He pondered to himself.
He decided to go for it, and he turned on his hyper. The Peashooter jumped from a trash bin to nine feet in the air. He barely caught the slick metal railings hanging off the sides of the exit. Before pulling himself up he noticed a lone Foot Soldier leaning on it.
Carefully, he pulled himself up right behind him. The Soldier flipped around to see the plant on the ground panting. Confused, he stepped back before recognizing the Plant.
"FREEZE PLANT!" The Zombie screamed at the lone Peashooter.
"Okay okay, just don't scream that loud again, you're hurting my eardrums".
Suddenly, a burst of gunfire tore through the Zombies' head, and the undead slumped to the ground.
The Garlic Drone whirled around Peashooter, who stood shocked.
A voice pierced the strapped-on microphone on the Garlic Drone.
"You owe me plant-food later".
Peashooter smiled smugly at the drone, before nodding.
"Fine, but I'm not gonna lie you could've gone that later". He responded sharply
For the rest of the night till the dawn of morning, the small plant watched the Foot Soldiers from afar. Taking notes on everything they did.
The next day, while scouting. A small vibration rumbled from his stem-pouch.
Peashooter grabbed the device from the pocket, which resembled a knock-off cellphone. It was a text.
He opened the app and stared at the message from behind some boxes, which prevented the Zombie Army from seeing the exposed plant.
"Could you please come back home, I worry about you when you're gone for so long"
He read it, then flipped the phone shut. The Plant packed up and scaled down the fire-exit, before making the tedious journey back to home base.
He couldn't wait for his arrival.