Plants vs Grimm (old version)

Feastivus brawl

(authors note: HOHOHO, merry (late) Christmas and a good fight to all!)

third person Pov: location: The gardener's house.

the normally green and verdant beacon academy was draped in a blanket of beautiful white snow, the time of winter has come and with-it Christmas break, or rather, dustmas as its known to the locals.

and too a pair of zombie fighters and their plants, it was not simply Christmas, but feastivus eve, the lawn was covered with snow and plants decked out with winter gear, ice plants frolicked in the snow, while less chilly plants huddled around their fiery cousins for warmth holding little cups of coco in their leaves.

Crazy Dave stepped out the house, taking a deep breath of the winter chill, he looked around with a grin as the plants played about, but something was missing... with a snap of his fingers he figured out what!

a giant Christmas tree! what winterly lawn is complete without one, he also needed to assemble a bountiful feast for all the plants and the hard work they put in.

the Gardener emerged into the cold soon after with a cup of coffee in hand, he looked around and felt at peace, sorta, Dave was missing after he proclaimed, "I know what we need!", didn't saying anything else and flew off in penny, the Gardener had a feeling he knew what his neighbor was up too, but didn't stop him, he and the plants could hold down the house just fine from any wandering Grimm looking to have a holiday snack.

in all honesty he was more worried about Dave, though he made many plants for all sorts of situations when fighting zombies and Grimm, none of the two compared to the one distinct thing about the holidays he remembered before the apocalypse, the one thing worse than both the Grimm and the zombies.

holiday shoppers

third person Pov: location: a shopping mall in vale.

Crazy Dave has faced many things in the past, countless zombies who try countless ways to reach and eat your brain, numberless Grimm who came in all forms and sizes, each more monstrous than the last.

when making the plants he also developed countless plans for which to use them for against countless possible threats, aliens, ninjas, ghost pirates, internet cats, his third grade-teacher, and of course, zombies.

none of the threats he planned for could account for the current threat he was facing.

gripping his shopping cart tight, the plants he brought with him holding on tighter as they looked around in shock and fear, they battled Grimm and zombies twice their size, yet their common foes couldn't hope to match this tidal rush of holiday shoppers.

they shoved, punched, pushed and kicked as one exceptionally violet mob that was somehow working together yet not, the plants had no idea what to do, they felt the urge to fight back, yet should they?

they were trained and grown for the purpose of protecting humans from zombies, Grimm and of course, bad humans, yet did these people count as bad? they just seemed to be a rush to get shopping done before Christmas itself arrived; it was a very violet rush sure, but just rush in the end.

the plants in the basket just kept looking on in confusion unsure what to do as Dave tried to push them all to some measure of safety, finally spotting a safe haven, they gradually pushed into what can be called an indoor ally and Dave stopped panting heavily as he checked to see if the mob has passed.

the plants where still shaken and confused, but seemed to calm down a little, still unsure what to do, panting, Dave pulled out his list and checked it over, so far, they've only managed to get the food for the feast, they still need a giant Christmas tree, and a few presents for the plants, maybe some gift cards for beacon, but beyond the food, they were going nowhere, as they had to deal with crazed holiday shoppers.