PvZ: It's About Time!

Chapter 3

At the same time, in (what was left of) London, someone else was enjoying their day. Well, as much as he could, given the circumstances. As the evening sky and the full moon hovered over the destroyed city, he really began to think about his life since he experienced something he never thought he would experience since the invasion: failure. Looking up at the moon and seeing the giant crater in the center of its face reminded him of that night. The night he lost to those imbeciles. 

'All that work... all that planning... all that effort... I almost won. I almost did it. I almost made humanity an extinct species. And I would've gotten away with it if it weren't for those humans... and now, I'll never achieve my goal of making zombies this planet's sole inhabitants...'

After completing his evening walk, he finally returned to his home. Waiting for him at the door was his friend and minion, who was named the most original of names.

"Minion," he told him in a thick British accent as he removed his coat, "hang this up and pour me some tea."

"Yes, Edgar," Minion replied as he grabbed at the coat.

The coat was still being gripped by its owner as a deathly glare was pointed in Minion's direction.

"Er, sorry. I mean Master."

"After all this time, I'd think you'd finally remember to stop calling me that."

"Yes, Master. I assure you it won't happen again."

"Good."

Edgar released the coat, allowing Minion to hang it up and start pouring the tea.

"I tell you, Minion, it's been quite a boring day," Edgar continued as he sat in the chair next to the lit fireplace.

"I'm sure it was, Master," Minion replied as he handed the cup over.

"I just haven't felt the same since that night... like my life has no purpose anymore."

He then took a sip of his tea and deeply sighed.

"I don't even deserve the title of 'Dr. Zomboss' anymore..."

He paused for a second before looking at Minion sternly.

"That still doesn't mean you get to call me 'Edgar', either."

"Understood, Master."

Zomboss sipped more of his tea as he stared at the fireplace in thought.

"Master," Minion piped up, "if I may make a suggestion, why don't you just try and attack the humans instead of complaining about it?"

"I made a promise, Minion. I've never broken a promise, and I never will."

"So you're going to let your morals stop you from achieving your goal? Why does the zombie that single-handedly caused history's biggest genocide even have morals in the first place?"

"I wasn't always a monster. I'd like some of my former humanity to remain."

"If you say so, Master..."

"Speaking of those humans, how about we check up on them before I head to bed."

He turned on his television and saw an image appear on the screen.

The humans appeared to be in their garage, standing next to a recreational vehicle. Some of the audio was fuzzy, but some parts could be made out.

"We can use her to go back in time to before..."

"...the technology to create a time machine...using it to stop a zombie apocalypse..."

Zomboss's decomposed heart dropped into his pelvis. He then proceeded to remove it from down there and reinsert it into his chest, mumbling about how he's sick of that happening.