12 Vampire daisies
He had thought Parrish had been joking. That the name was purely due to the fact it looks like the delicate little flower had fangs thanks to two over sized petals that hung down looking ever so devious. The second the report had come through his radio he thought it was another prank but the panicking tone of the Doctor's voice spoke volumes.
He was geared up and heading towards the area with a dozen marines in tow in minutes. Securing the area he ordered the section locked down a replay of a spore incident the year before leaking into his mind. Stepping into the lab Michaels close behind he looked around the masses of ferns, trees and potted plant quickly spotting Parrish. He was huddled behind a counter a young woman beside him blood pouring out of her arm as the rest of her shook uncontrollably. With just a quick nod the pair was quickly ushered out of the room a marine practically carrying the young woman as she erupted in sobs.
Leading the way through several containers he spotted the offending plants and almost chuckled. Finding several of the men and women behind him stifling their laughter he turned his face clearly telling them what he thought. It may have been amusing but anything could be deadly out here in Pegasus. They all abruptly stopped. At that moment one of a trio of flowers lurched towards him scraping the pot along the counter in the effort to reach him.
It's razor sharp petals scraped the outer edge of his hand making him jerk back. Seeing the plant return to its original position a faint sliver of his blood tainting the pure white he reached for the pot smashing it to the ground. Lifting his foot he stamped the three flowers into oblivion the yellow smudge of pollen a harsh contrast to his black boot.
Instantly the other heads waved towards him tipping themselves over as they reached as one. The sound of the pots hitting the ground crashing to pieces was oddly satisfying but what followed was remarkably disturbing. He had stepped back out of reach of the closest flower head but there was no need. The plants went berserk attacking each other. All of them looked on in disbelief as the moment of silent aggression went on. It was a bizarre dance of daisy heads swaying this way and that petals, stalks and masses of pollen filling the air until all was still. Stepping back forward he nudged what looked like a fully in fact daisy head only to watch it crumble at the contact.
Tapping his earpiece he radioed for a clean up leaving just one marine behind to watch the plants. Something named after the undead was bound to bite them in the ass somehow.
Heading into the infirmary he spotted the young woman bandaged up sleeping in a nearby bed. Given her reaction he knew the doctors would have sedated her, the tear soaked face clear she hadn't stopped crying. Catching a nurse's eye he lifted his hand spotting the amount of blood for the first time. He had thought it was nothing more than a paper cut but the masses of blood covering his hand and sleeve said otherwise.
Popping on a bed he wasn't surprised to see Keller whirl around the corner before gathering herself. Cautiously she turned his hand closely looking at the cuts before declaring it would just need cleaning and wrapping. Sitting watching the bandage slowly cover his hand he began to wonder if this was going to be one of those holidays.