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The city’s ruins loom under a blood-red sky, the air thick with the stench of decay. You crouch behind a shattered storefront, your grip tightening on the modified pulse rifle slung across your chest. Distant snarls echo through the maze of collapsed buildings—they’re closing in. First rule: control the battlefield. You jam a rusted steel pipe into the crumbling doorway beside you, creating a choke point. Motion flickers in your peripheral vision—a pack of stalkers, their emaciated limbs twitching as they scramble over rubble. You let the first three pass the tripwire grenade you planted earlier. The explosion tears through them, buying seconds. Second rule: prioritize threats. A hulking brute emerges from the dust, its mutated arm swinging a mangled lamppost. You switch to incendiary rounds, aiming for the swollen glands along its spine. Fire engulfs the beast as it collapses, blocking the path of the shamblers behind it. Third rule: never stop moving. You vault through a shattered window, boots crunching glass as you sprint toward the rooftop extraction zone. A crawler lunges from a storm drain—your combat knife finds its skull mid-stride. The heli’s rotators whine above. One last clip in your rifle, three stories of ladder between you and survival. You fire upward, severing the rusted hinges of a suspended AC unit. It plummets, crushing the horde surging below as you climb into the storm.
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This isn’t your typical garden defense. Forget everything you know—here, survival hinges on fusion. Pair matching plants to forge evolved hybrids, each merger unlocking fiercer firepower and dazzling new forms. Zombies may have ravaged the world, but their wreckage holds hope: a lone garden ripe for rebirth. Nurture seedlings into symbiotic powerhouses, chain upgrades into unstoppable alliances, and outwit the hordes with ever-evolving flora. Strategic depth meets explosive spectacle—every synthesis reshapes the battlefield. Will your creations bloom bold enough to defend humanity’s final sanctuary? Adapt, merge, and witness plants undergo breathtaking transformations as you reclaim what the undead scorched. The last pure land thrives… if your garden grows *sharp* enough.
