Low Heath

King Of Winter

It was a suicide mission, but if the plants didn't at least attempt to ambush the new Z-Mech facility, they would have been overwhelmed by giant robots. The fight was brutal, the zombies not expecting the plant's stealthy strike. However, the new Frozt-Mech , although faulty, shredded through the weeds. A single, injured frost rose was weakly casting spells, stopping to cough up some blood. She was losing friends and allies left and right, and strangely whenever she radioed to HQ all she heard from the other end were wet sucking sounds and giggles. Suddenly, her cover exploded, sending her and a shit ton of debris flying. She tried to get up shakily, only for a heavy boot to slam on her stem, forcing blood up her throat. A Super Brainz in a snowsuit grinned, then tried to crush her head. The rose closed her eyes, only for her attacker to get blown to bits by a Sombrero Bean Bomb. As the rose slowly lost consciousness, the last thing she saw was a fuzzy, battle-worn snow jacket, slowly approaching.

"Mhm.." the rose's eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly because of the bright light. She realized that she was not bleeding out in the snow, but was actually in a pretty comfy bed, multiple UV lamps shining on her petals. She looked around, noticing that her wounds, at least her surface ones, have been crudely cleaned and patched up. Her light blue eyes scanned the room, seeing what looked to be like a cozy winter outpost. Finally, she sees her supposed savior, and her blood runs cold.( Colder than normal, smartass) An Arctic Trooper, who was reading a book on rose anatomy upside down, was sat in the armchair just a few feet away. The rose went to reach for her wand, only to notice two things; one, she was bound to the bed, and two, her wand was enclosed in a glass cylinder across the room from her. She shifted in her bindings, alerting the solider. In movements that betrayed zombie's usual sluggishness, the solider dropped the book, his gun now cocked and aimed directly at her head. The plant gasped, tears welling in her eyes as she froze in place. "Hah! You should have seen your face!" The zombie laughed, setting his gun aside and slinking towards the Rose. She tried to lean away as much as possible, yet he held up his hands in a non provoking manner. "Hey, I ain't starting nothin', just let me check ya vitals." The flower reluctantly let him check her pulse, as well as removing her bindings. She looked at the zombie with curious, yet still wary eyes. "Seems to be all good. You hungry?" The rose shook her head, prompting the zombie to pop open a can of Brain Mash, shrugging. "More for me." The plant finally spoke, her voice soft and quiet like the first fresh layer of snow after a blizzard. "Who are you?" The undead looked up from his rather unappetizing looking meal, still chewing.

"Well, I'm Station Master 2875-AT, but you can call me Cody. I was in my post when I heard some commotion and radio chatter from the nearby Z-Tech factory. Something about a surprise attack, I don't know. Either way, that were most of my men were transferred to aid in protection of some new tech, so I got worried. Excuse me for a second." He paused, swallowing his mouthful before continuing. "As I was saying, I headed over on the ol' snowmobile, but the damn thing broke down on me halfway, forcing me to walk. And on my way, I happened to run into you." He stopped, seemingly thinking about something, seemingly lost in thought. The flower shifts slightly, snapping the zombie out of his trance, him standing and busting open a nearby crate, ruffling around for something. "What are you doing?" She whispered, fearing the worst. She gets no response, only a large, dusty jacket thrown at her gently. "Here ya go! Not sure if you plants can actually get cold, but it's worth a shot." As the flower quickly slipped on the jacket, sighing in bliss as her stem was enveloped by the insulated fluff, Cody leaned on the crate, grinning. "I'll take that you like it. So, I told you about me? Who are you?" The rose put a small smile on her face. "My name is Lya. It is nice to-" Lya was cut off by  the scratching warbles of radio chatter, emitting from the walkie talkie on the table. It blared a weird sounding alarm, causing Cody to snap up, looking very worried as he cranked up the sound. "URGENT.... LOCKDOWN.... ALL UNITS..... FORTIFY YOUR POSITIONS... AVOID CONTACT....." Before the radio could finish its message, the signal died, the room filling with crackling of the furnace and the wind blowing harshly outside.