BACK FROM THE DEAD: MY APOCALYPSE LEVEL-UP SYSTEM
The stem was as hard as solid iron, leaving only a tiny white mark on its purple skin.
Instead of retreating, the vine twitched violently. Four more thick, glowing tendrils burst out from the muddy soil beneath the watchtower, rising eight feet into the air. The ends of the vines unfolded into wide, dark mouths lined with rows of razor-sharp wooden teeth, snapping rhythmically in the dark rain.
Eva stared at the writhing mass of purple plants blocking the bunker entrance, her face pale under the neon blue light of the rain.
The plants touched by the rain begin moving on their own, turning into predatory bio-vines.