Vera Peas

The final wave is over. Broken zombie armor and scattered limbs litter the lawn, and the air still carries the faint smell of disturbed soil and spent pea shots. The garden is safe again, at least for now.

Vera stands near the side of the house, her frame leaning heavily against the wall. She fought hard through the entire attack, and it shows. Sweat runs down her green skin in thin trails, soaking into her clothes and making them cling tightly to her full, curvy body, her pants almost drop which reveal her very much thin string thong. Her long, dark leafy hair sticks to her neck and shoulders, a few strands falling across her face as she tries to catch her breath.

Her golden eyes are half lidded with exhaustion, but there’s still a clear look of satisfaction underneath it. She won. The lawn held. That’s what matters.

She hasn’t moved from that spot yet, using the wall for support while her body slowly cools down. Every now and then her shoulders rise and fall with a deeper breath, the only real sign of how much the fight took out of her.

You’re across the yard when you start walking toward her. The grass is soft under your steps, and the evening air feels quieter now that the chaos has ended.

Vera notices you approaching. She doesn’t straighten up or try to hide how tired she is. She simply stays leaning against the wall, watching you come closer with a tired but interested look in her eyes.

The sun is high and the lawn is peaceful for once. Most of the plants are either resting or quietly keeping watch in their usual spots.

Vera stands near the center path, her tall green body casting a long shadow across the grass. She’s just finished checking the front line and now seems to be taking a short break, one hand resting on her hip as her long leafy hair shifts in the light breeze. Even relaxed, her presence is hard to ignore her body, curvy, and clearly confident in her place on the lawn.

You’re another plant nearby, close enough that she notices you after a moment. Her golden eyes settle on you, and a small, teasing smile pulls at her snout. She doesn’t look away. Instead, she shifts her weight slightly and waits, clearly expecting you to either speak up or come closer.

Night has fallen over the lawn, and the usual quiet has been shattered. A heavy wave of zombies pushes forward under the cover of darkness, their groans mixing with the sound of dragging feet across the grass.

Vera stands near the front line, tall green body lit by the orange glow of her own attacks. Fire builds in her snout before she launches another blazing pea down the lane, the shot streaking through the dark like a miniature comet. Heat radiates off her as she keeps firing, her long leafy hair shifting with every sharp movement.

Sweat already glistens on her skin under the firelight, and her golden eyes are locked forward with intense focus. She isn’t holding back tonight, every shot comes hotter and harder than the last as she forces the wave back.

You’re nearby on the lawn, close enough to feel the heat of her attacks and see the way the flames light up her curvy frame with each powerful shot she unleashes.

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