Capítulo 13: don’t feel like getting up
His eyes opened slowly as the familiar ceiling of the room he grew accustomed to seeing greeted him.
Jason simply stared at the ceiling for a few more moments and promptly went back to sleep. He didn't feel like getting out of bed. He didn't have it in him, he didn't want to be awake to remember what he did last night nor wish his mind to dwell on the plants that he lost in the last attack upon his home the previous day.
He knew he would have to get up soon enough, wether he liked too or not. He still had a lot of plants to care for, preparations to make in case of another zombie attack. Plans for the future. So much to do, so little time. No matter how hard Jason try he couldn't fall back to sleep.
"I can't sleep."
Sleep would seem to be a luxary he cannot afford with the state his mind was in, speaking of his mind….his mind was a jumbled mess filled the memory of yesterday at his forethought's. He remembered everything, it was fresh like a new wound and the loss of his beloved plants. What he considered the closest thing to a pet or more specifically his children, the loss of the plants from yesterday stung deeply. his body felt heavy as if weights was placed upon it, he couldn't find the motivation or will to get up.
"Let's get the day over with…." He said to himself while slowly sitting up despite not feeling like getting up, he didn't have the will but knew he had to anyways. So he forced his body to move. His body obeyed.
Jason dragged himself towards the bathroom on the second floor of the house, he found that it was occupied by a wall but strangely enough. Sitting on the toilet somehow holding up and hold news paper, plant eyes met human ones holding eye contact till Jason broke it and went to the sink.
Turning it on Jason splashed water in his face at an attempt to wake himself up more, maybe even potentially get himself to feel anything besides his current mood that he can only describe as.
Meh.
He didn't feel angry, he didn't feel sad. He wasn't anxious or vengeful, he already had his fill of vengeance last night. His mood was just meh, he felt like he was a grey blob. He doesn't know if that helps express himself best on how he felt, but couldn't care if it didn't.
He looked into the mirror as a familiar face stared back at him with a blank stare, everything seemed to still be the same. Brown curly hair, yellow eyes and tan skin-
He doesn't remember having yellow eyes. "What the hell….." he mumbled as he leans closer to the mirror at which his reflection copied him. His eyes was brown last he remembered, not yellow. He found the eye color change weird, if he was in any current mood he would've be intruiged or interested in learning more.
But he wasn't in a good mood. He wasn't thinking clearly, not thinking smart or ahead.
"It doesn't matter"
He simply said to himself before continuing on with his day. Which entailed feeding his ever growing number of plants, checking on them to see if any of them was hurt in anyway. Thankfully the sunflowers was experts in healing any sort of wounds the zombies could inflict, but their healing couldn't bring back that dead.
A good portion of Jason day was cleaning up any remaining mess on his lawn that he missed from Yesterday, his lawn was missing a lot of chunks of grass from where the potato mines went off. But that was okay, Jason knew the grass would grow back. "I'm out of potato mines…." He mumbled to himself, he was out of potato mines having used them all for his home defense.
He still had a defense for his home of course, a large number of his plants was in good health that survived yesterday attack. It meant they could still fight, his musing to himself was cut short as he stopped moving his shovel to even the dirt before him when Jason heard the sound of "Brainzzzzz". His feeling of empty greyness vanished when he heard a zombie, it turned to uncontrollable rage when he spun around sharply to see a lone basic brown coat zombie shuffling down the street towards his house.
He was going to charge at the zombie and beat it to death with his shovel, however Jason was beaten too it when the brown coat zombie was obliterated by a volley/barrage of normal and ice peas flying passed him and impacted the poor brown coat zombie. It was enough concentrated pea shooter fire that the zombie was quite literally reduced to paste and pieces all over the street, leaving just a pile of gore being the only evidence of that zombie existence.
"God damn" For a moment Jason was repulsed by the zombie gore remains on the street, but only for a moment as the feeling of meh started to return. He looked back to see his plants on his lawn looking back at him with cheerful happy expressions, the Sunflowers with their ever present smiles. To the wall nut small smiles, the peashooters he couldn't really tell if they were smiling.Obviously with how their mouths was shaped like an O constantly, but he can tell by looking at the eyes that the peashooters had that they was looking at him with happiness.
The plants being happy to just see him much less protect him despite yesterday's losses made Jason smile back at them, the feeling of empty ness got pushed back. Replaced with a warmth that grew in his chest but at the edges of said warmth inside of him the regret of his loss lingered, it would take time to heal. To move on, but he will heal and he had purpose to keep on moving as well.
He still had his plants, his little family that grew on him. No pun intended. "Haaaa what am I going to do today?" He said to a nearby ice pea while he walked back on his lawn, he would crouch before the ice pea as it looked at him happily. It bobbed its body back and forth like all the other plants with joy and excitement, except for the potato mines and cherry bombs. For obvious reasons a potato mine can't move and a cherry bomb is filled with the rage of a Chihuahua, at least from what Jason believes when he looks at their face.
Jason reached out and gently pets the ice pea softly with tender care. He hasn't felt an ice pea yet, the pea shooters and sunflowers yes. The Chompers as well as the wall nuts too, except for the potatoe mines. He didn't want to over excite the living land mine and blow himself up.
"Mmmmm, cold" it was as he expected and predicted, the ice pea was indeed cold to the touch. The ice pea cold body reminded him of when he lived in New York, specifically the Bronx when winter hit. Though from memory the pea felt colder. To the point he couldn't keep his hand upon the ice pea as he felt the feeling in his hand quickly vanish and go numb.
"Such a cold body yet you have quite the warm personality" Jason said to the Ice pea with a small smile, the ice pea looked estatic with its petals beneath it wiggling happily. The affection Jason given it even if brief meant everything to the young plant.
The sound of the grass rustling drew Jason attention to around himself. "Oh boy" he said to himself as he found himself surrounded by the rest of his plants who all wanted some affection as well, his smile grew from seeing all their excited expressions. He couldn't resist giving as many of them he can affection and attention, gently rubbing and gently scratching their heads.
Though he had to quickly retract his hand from a Chomper when he tried to pet it, it was like an over excited puppy. With sharp teeth that can hurt him. In this moment Jason worries, his fears and regrets vanished as his mind was occupied spending time with his plants. For now at least.
His troubles wasn't over, far from it.
-at an unknown location brought to you by Flex tape-
Floating in a large tank filled with a purple liquid he waited for his wounds to heal from the substances, a rebreather like mask on his face. He didn't know if he needed it to breath while drenched in liquids, he was afraid of the ocean despite being a zombie.
He was fortune to been able to already had this tank ready at his secret lab in the sewers of neighborville, otherwise it would've taken a painful long while to make a machine to heal him of these burns.
Dr Edgar zomboss was annoyed and frustrated by these turn of events, surprisingly he wasn't enraged by the attempt on his life. To be fair he understood he had it coming, he was annoyed that getting set on fire apparently does hurt. ALOT. He can take that off his bucket list of things to try.
He was frustrated that the rejuvenation process of his new healing liquid he developed was taking far longer to repair his tissue than he anticipated, addendumly he had no TV stationed infront of his tank and his skin still hurts so he can't even sleep through this boring period.
It was a good learning experience at least, he now knows his rejuvenation liquid of ZOMBIE SCIENCE was flawed and imperfect. It didn't dull the pain nor it healed him as quickly as it was supposed to.
It meant he can improve upon this formula later on when he was fully healed, already ideas brewed in his head. Perhaps having a zombie wear a small tank on its back that sprays the rejuvenation liquid of ZOMBIE SCIENCE might be a worth while idea.
It would certainly keep his weak fodder minions staying 'alive' longer on the field to have better chances of success in obtaining brainz.
And then there was thoughts on what he should do about the edgelord boy that tried killing him, obviously he had to get revenge back. Zomboss was thinking on how he should start.
And he already had a few ideas in mind.
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It's finally hereeeeeee no excuses on my end gents, lacked motivation and got distracted with other stuff. Been working on it slowly over time till now
And hell yeah babyyyy I GOT MIYABIIIIII-
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