Green Valor

Roses

The wind whipped through their eyes as they zoomed across the snow-covered landscape, Jack maneuvering the snowmobile with a mix of instinct and reckless bravery.
Dr.Wormsly held onto the back, his heart pounding with a mix of exhilaration and fear.
As they raced away from their adversaries, and breaking fences, Jacks confidence began to waver.
The unfamiliar terrain and the increasing complexity of the snowmobile's controls made him realize the gravity of his earlier claim.
But he couldn't show weakness now. He couldn't admit his lack of knowledge.
With a determined expression, Jack glanced back at Wormsly and shouted over the roar of the engine, "Hold on tight! We're getting out of here!" And with that, he pushed the snowmobile to its limits, navigating through the icy landscape with a mix of adrenaline and sheer willpower.
Their escape became a wild ride, with twists and turns that tested their trust in each other and their ability to adapt.
Dr.Wormsly gripped tightly onto Jacks waist, his faith wavering between their friendship and Jacks impulsive nature.
As they raced into the distance, leaving their pursuers behind, Jack and Wormsly clung to each other, their eyes filled with a mixture of relief and uncertainty.
Jacks heart raced as he glanced over his shoulder, seeing the enemies hot on their trail, their snowmobiles closing in. The chase had intensified, and they knew they had to come up with a plan to outmaneuver their pursuers.
As they approached a frozen lake, Jacks mind raced, searching for a way to gain the upper hand. He quickly turned to Dr.Wormsly and shouted, "We need to buy ourselves some time! Get a grenade!"
Dr.Wormslys eyes widened in surprise, but he knew there was no time for hesitation. He reached into Jacks pack and pulled out a grenade, tossing it to Jack with a mix of fear and carefulness. Jack caught it mid-air, his hands steadying the explosive device.
With a confident grin, Jack revved the snowmobile's engine and accelerated towards the frozen lake, Wormsly tightly holding onto him. As they reached the edge of the lake, Jack pulled the pin from the grenade and tossed it towards their pursuers.
The explosion echoed across the icy landscape, causing chaos and confusion among the enemies. But Jacks plan didn't stop there. He skillfully maneuvered the snowmobile in a wide arc, creating a wave of cracks in the frozen lake's surface.
The ice beneath the enemies' snowmobiles began to give way, causing panic among their pursuers. One by one, the enemy vehicles crashed through the brittle ice, plunging into the frigid waters below.
Jacks calculated move had effectively disabled their adversaries.
With a mix of relief and adrenaline, Jack and Dr.Wormsly watched as the enemies struggled to escape the icy trap.
They knew they had bought themselves some precious time to make their getaway.
As they left the frozen lake behind, Jack and Dr.Wormsly shared a silent nod of acknowledgment.
Jacks heart dropped as the snowmobile came to a sudden halt, throwing them both off and tumbling down the snowy slope. They quickly picked themselves up, shaken but determined to carry on.
As Jack checked himself for any injuries, his gaze fell upon Dr.Wormsly, who was shivering uncontrollably and his daisy was shut.
Concern etched across his face, Jack approached Dr. Wormsly and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you alright?" Jack asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.
Dr. Wormsly weakly nodded, his teeth chattering from the cold. "I'm fine," he muttered, but his shivering betrayed his words.
Jack tried to brush the snow off Dr. Wormsly's shoulders, but he slapped his hand away, irritated. "I can manage," he snapped.
Jack sighed but didn't argue. His eyes caught sight of a small, quaint town nestled amidst the snow-covered landscape in the distance. "Come on," he said, pointing. "There's a town over there. We need to get you warm."
Without hesitation, Jack guided Dr. Wormsly towards the town, their footsteps leaving a trail in the freshly fallen snow. As they approached, Jack's gaze fell upon an inviting inn, its warm lights shining through the frosty windows. Relief washed over him; they had found a place to seek shelter and warmth.
They entered the inn, the warmth of the fire embracing them as they stepped inside. The cozy atmosphere provided a stark contrast to the harsh cold they had endured. The innkeeper greeted them with a kind smile, sensing their exhaustion and need for respite.
"We need a room for the night," Jack said, his voice filled with urgency and concern for his sick friend.
The innkeeper nodded understandingly. "Of course, follow me." She led them to a modest but clean room. "This should do. I'll bring up some hot soup and extra blankets."
"Thank you," Jack said sincerely, helping Dr. Wormsly onto the bed and wrapping him in blankets to ward off the chill.
The room is stark and unadorned, its bare walls painted a dull shade of beige that seems to absorb the light rather than reflect it. The wooden floorboards creak underfoot, a symphony of groans accompanying each step
In the center, two twin beds stand side by side, their metal frames slightly rusted and mattresses thin and worn, covered in faded sheets that hint at a time long past.
On the window sill, a single flower stands defiantly against the somber atmosphere.
Dr. Wormsly looked up at Jack, his expression softening. "Thank you, Jack. I know I've been difficult, but... I appreciate it."
Jack smiled faintly. "We're in this together. Rest now. We'll figure out our next steps in the morning."
A few minutes later, the innkeeper returned with steaming bowls of soup and more blankets. Jack gratefully accepted them, helping Dr. Wormsly take small sips of the hot broth. Slowly, the color began to return to the scientist's cheeks.
"Do you think we'll be safe here?" Dr. Wormsly asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"For now, yes," Jack replied. "We need to lay low and gather our strength. We'll figure out our next move after you've had some rest."
Dr. Wormsly nodded, the warmth of the soup and the blankets finally beginning to thaw his frozen limbs. "Thank you, Jack. For everything."
Jack squeezed his friend's shoulder gently. "Get some sleep, Doctor. We have a long journey ahead of us."
As Jack sat by Wormsly side, he couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and worry. The encounter with a new enemy, Dr. Wormslys dying flower and the fact he was separated from his friends made him feel guilty of finding Dr. Wormsly first. 
Throughout the night, Jack stayed awake, keeping a watchful eye over Dr. Wormsly.
He knew that they were not out of danger yet, and that their journey would continue once he regained his strength.
However Jack slowly opened his eyes to the sound of plant pot rustling, he hadn't realised he had fallen asleep.
As he blinked away the remnants of sleep, he noticed Dr.Wormsly, hunched over a dying plant from the windowsill. Jack sat up, curiosity piqued by the sight.
Dr.Wormsly was desperately trying to revive a flower that was once sitting on the window.using his own daisies pollen however since his own daisy was also dying.
his hands trembling as he gently caressed the withered leaves.
But no matter how hard he tried, the plant remained lifeless, its once vibrant green now faded and brittle.
A sense of sadness hung in the air, enveloping the room in a somber atmosphere.
Jack's heart sank as he observed his friend's futile efforts. It was clear that the plant was beyond salvation.
He could see the tears welling up in Dr.Wormslys eyes, his emotions taking over. Jack could hardly bear to see Dr.Wormsly in such distress.
With a heavy sigh, Wormsly looked up at Jack, his voice choked with sadness.
"This flower... it reminds me of my wife," he whispered. "She used to be a florist. She had this incredible talent for nurturing life and bringing beauty to the world. But... she was taken away from me. She was murdered." The words hung in the air, heavy with grief and loss.
A wave of empathy washed over Jack as he listened to Dr.Wormsly painful revelation.
He reached out and placed a comforting hand on Wormsly shoulder, offering silent support in his time of need.
The weight of Dr.Wormsly loneliness and sorrow filled the room, casting a shadow over their friendship.
Jack understood that no words could undo the tragedy that had befallen Dr.Wormsly.
The void left by his wife's absence was a wound that time could never fully heal.
But in that moment, Jack vowed to be there for his friend, to provide solace and companionship amidst the overwhelming emptiness.
After Jack watched the last petal of the window flower fall he tells Dr.Wormsly that they both need rest if they were going to make it out of this winter hell.
Jack, lay in his bed, tossing and turning restlessly. The eerie noises from outside grew louder and more unsettling as the dusk wore on.
Just as he was about to drift into a troubled sleep, faint whispers reached his ears, causing him to jolt awake.
"I need to find my friends" he whispers to himself, His heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the dimly lit room, searching for the source of the sound.
The air felt heavy with an unexplained presence, and a sense of unease washed over him. He turned his gaze to Dr.Wormsly, who was sleeping soundly in the bed next to him.
Concerned, Jack reached out and gently shook Wormsly awake. His friend's breathing was uneven, and he seemed to be in the grip of a troubling dream.
Jack knew that something was wrong, and he needed to find a way to help him.
"I think we should get you some medicine," Jack suggested, his voice filled with worry, as he tries to make Dr.Wormsly his priority in order to finish the mission beforehand.
Dr.Wormsly stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He nodded weakly, acknowledging Jack's concern. "I usually rely on flowers for healing," he replied in a hoarse whisper.
"Oh I thought you ate mulch" Jack said humorously but noticed Dr.Wormsly wasn't smiling. 
"Let's venture into the town and see if we can find any flowers that might help."
With their resolve strengthened, Jack and Dr. Wormsly braved the darkness and ventured out into the quiet town.
The streets were deserted, shrouded in an eerie silence that seemed to amplify their fears. But they pressed on, determined to find the flowers that might bring relief to their troubled situation.
They walked through the empty streets, their footsteps echoing through the stillness.
The weak sun cast an ethereal glow, illuminating their path as they searched for any signs of life but it seemed as only the trees had eyes for them.
Jack and Wormsly stepped into the quaint shop, the cold air biting at their cheeks as snowflakes danced around them.
The shop was adorned with a layer of snow, giving it a magical and cozy atmosphere. A sign caught Jack's eye, announcing a sale on roasted moose jerky—his favorite snack.
But his priority was finding a flower for his friend. Jack suggested that they could sell plants or herbs, and as they went in, the store owner, a stocky man, greeted them and offered them a sale of roasted moose jerky.
Though Jack loved jerky, he focused on what he wanted to get. With an intent look, Jack began to search the shop, his eyes scanning the shelves and counters in hopes of finding the flower they needed.
Amongst the various trinkets and treasures, his gaze fell upon a cactus, a lily, and a rose. He pondered for a moment, considering which one might hold the healing properties they sought. A cactus wouldn't be pleasurable to eat and a lily tends to have harmful properties, but a rose was just perfect.
Just as he was about to ask the shopkeeper for the rose, a sudden realization washed over him. He and Wormsly did not have any money to purchase the rose or the roasted moose jerky he so desired. Disheartened, he sighed and contemplated their next move.
"Three cents and a paper clip is all I got," Jack told Wormsly about his money situation.
Dr. Wormsly sighed in annoyance. "We're in a bind, Jack."
However, fate seemed to intervene as if hearing Jack's thoughts. In that very moment, a woman burst into the shop, her face flushed with a mix of fear and fret. She frantically explained that a man had attacked and killed her dear friend, leaving her in desperate need of assistance. She also explained that the man had zombie-like features and had ate a corpse.
The shop fell silent as everyone absorbed the gravity of her words. Sensing an opportunity, Jack stepped forward and offered his help. "We will hunt down that cannibal for you," he declared, glancing at Dr. Wormsly for affirmation. "In exchange, could we receive the rose we need for my friend's well-being?"
The woman's eyes widened in both relief and gratitude. "Oh, thank you! That would mean the world to me," she replied, her voice quivering with emotion. "Please, be careful. The man is fierce and dangerous."
Jack nodded but wondered how a man could be so aggressive. He turned to Dr. Wormsly. "We have to do this. It's our only shot."
Dr. Wormsly, still weak but determined, agreed. "Alright, Jack. Let's do this."