I had simply moved into a new house that was ridiculously cheap, never expecting to encounter zombies on the very first day. To survive, I had no choice but to use the plants on the lawn to build a defensive line. But starting on the second day, the plants began to mutate as well. As new monsters kept appearing, I gradually discovered that everything here had its own rules, and the most terrifying thing was that I seemed to be becoming part of those rules too.