"Why are there so many of them?!" Skylar yelled, dodging a morning glory that was trying to swallow her whole. Skylar spun around, her hair standing on end as she took in the sheer number of those now vicious plants. The grenades we used had terrifying destructive power, but even so, all they did was give us a few minutes of relief before the next onslaught began.
Within a matter of seconds, we were surrounded. The flowers seemed to have sprung out of nowhere, turning and twisting their way toward us in numbers far greater than before. Some distance away, more and more of them had sprung up. A chill went down my spine as I realized that we were their intended target.
Their flower petals were not beautiful in the slightest, blossoming in such a strange way that they each formed a horren
