I never tend to look at things with an open mind. That was how I was raised, that was how I went through in life. I never saw the Zombies as a ally, or a friend, or misunderstood... How could any of us, any of them think that those brainless brats could be docile, peaceful, even kind?

We've spent two generations fighting against an army that rose from our creators, they are the byproducts of an experiment, we are the result of an experiment. That I knew. Though I never truly understood why those two imbeciles created us. Humanity was fine, weren't they? They weren't in any famine, they weren't suffering. Was it just the curiosity of two scientists that caused this? Or was there a deeper meaning? Did all of us suffer for a reason?

I was told they were insolent, ruthless, amoral. The Plants around me, Plants I knew, Plants I cared about died at the undead hands of the Zombie army, eventually I decided, what was the point in making friends? What was the point of struggling onward? I mused that to myself everyday, I still do.

We would all die eventually anyway.

I was called fatalistic, pessimistic, that I had no hope that we would win. But, to be honest, I believed we could win. I just didn't want myself to gain false hope, I just didn't want to be let down again.

I had a four-Plant team, surprise surprise. Me, a Power Flower, a Cactus and a Fire Chomper. I depended on them, they depended on me... for a while at least.

As the war prolonged, our friendship, our trust in each other, dwindled. All four of us wanted a different way to survive, we just weren't compatible.

The Fire Chomper was the first to leave, he was short tempered, a disaster waiting to happen, as all Chompers are. He scoffed at us, he huffed furiously at us, and he soon left. I never heard of him again, although a few years later I was told that a wounded Fire Chomper was found at a underground Zombie base, he succumbed to his pain days later at the L.E.A.F. Headquarters' Infirmary.

"It was irrevocable," the Cactus had told the rest of us, her face nonchalant, she didn't at all looked affected by the fact that her teammate has just passed. "He couldn't have survived on his own... We should've have stopped him from leaving."

The Power Flower mourned for weeks. She loved that Chomper, it was obvious even in our young days of teamwork, it was unfortunate that she never got to tell him. I remember her being optimistic, almost the opposite of me, almost. After his death though, she never smiled again, she never laughed again. I nearly felt bad, but I never comforted her.

She passed just a few days after our very last mission, ZPG to the head, we couldn't revive her in time. She was one of the lucky ones, being able to be buried. Too many die everyday, almost too many to count, not a lot of Plants are able to have a proper burial. Perhaps the remains of her have grown into a tree.

Once the Power Flower was gone, the Cactus was the only one left, the only one left that I cared about. Her face was weary, exhausted from just about everything. She shuffled along as we dragged ourselves to L.E.A.F. Headquarters, we needed a break, a long one at that.

Her face was wrinkled, but not from old age. It was an expression of solemn she always had, with a dash of wry. As much as I could explain her appearance, I never could see through her, crack her code. It was almost like there was a field that was blocking her thoughts from me. I could say that I was always attentive, a bit more alert than most Plants were, but the Cactus always baffled me, yet interested me. Keep a eye on her, I mused as I gave myself a mental note.

She was intelligent, sometimes she'd rebuke at me, sometimes she'd chastised me. Crinkles would form when she smiled, she was never indignant, and somehow never poignant. She performed well, never stagnating. Mirth danced around her lips when she made a joke, which was rare. She was... Different from most Plants. Before I knew it, I fell for her, and she fell for me, eventually at least.

... I'm getting off track.

I had been my way back from a stand-alone mission when I was messaged by L.E.A.F. to come to the Headquarters immediately. The Zombies had invaded L.E.A.F Headquarters, somehow being able to find its location. The entirety of the Zombie army attacked, with the dreaded, delinquent leader of them marching his monstrous machine on our quarters. We had to act quickly, or we would loose everything in only a few hours.

The Plants present at L.E.A.F attacked the invading Zombie army, while some were left to call for reinforcements. The Plants somehow managed to hold off the undead army when the Plant reinforcements came, our headquarters was unfortunately badly damaged, destroyed almost completely by the Zombot. So much debris, I watched as both Plants and Zombies were injured, even killed by the incoming flying remains of the once great base, some were squashed, some were bravely able to persist fighting after getting injured from them. I would call myself lucky to be able to dodge all of them.

After hours of persistent fighting, my roots begged my brain to stop and take a rest, but I emboldened my body to push myself to the absolute limits. I did not allow myself to slow, I did not allow myself to stop shooting, I would not allow myself to give up on this planet again.

I soon heard the abrupt noise of the Zombot falling into the ground, I turned my head cautiously to look at it, panting heavily from fighting multiple Imp Mechs at once. My aching eyes gazed upon the giant machinery. I watched from a hilltop as the remaining Plants gathered around the bucket of bolts, I watched as Dr Edgar George Zomboss was forcefully taken out from the control panel on the top of the darn machine's head, handcuffed.

All of the Plants were jubilant, blissful cheers could be heard from kilometres away, some had an embracing hug, some kissed, some just smiled at each other. I sighed in relief in my little lone corner. My torn body covered and littered in the wounds and lacerations of the past, I was content that they would all turn to long forgotten scars... And not be reopened every week.

Nearly five decades of constant fighting had finally paid off. So many lives of both sides have been lost, and we have beaten our adversary. L.E.A.F. Headquarters was crucially damaged but would recover fast with the help of foreign allies, our long deserving rest has finally come. We have won the war.

However,

Us Plants were created to fight and destroy, I suppose.

A/N. This is a two part story, acting as the prologue to a comic I will be making. I do hope you enjoyed this rather short chapter!