Please Plant Sunflowers on My Tombstone

When the moonlight turned pale green with corpse poison, Emily, a descendant of Dave's family, discovered a blood-stained diary in her grandfather's basement. Experimental records from 1957 revealed the horrifying truth: the plant warriors that protect humans were actually derived from the dismembered remains of prehistoric civilizations. At this moment, her father, who had been dead for three days, was dragging his rotting body and knocking on the door of the house. The jade fragments held in his hands turned the sunflowers in the courtyard to a bloodthirsty direction. A curse that spanned seventy years awakened this night. The zombie wave is no longer satisfied with eating brains. Parasitic vines bloom on their bones, and the fangs of piranha are entrenched in their eye sockets. The awakened plant warriors began to question humans - who is the real parasite? When zombies in the quantum state tear apart the dimension of time and space, Emily must unravel the "time debt" passed down from generation to generation by Dave's family: Elise, the first awakened person sealed by her grandfather, is still wailing in the root network. The mecha fortress modified by her father sleeps with the ancient consciousness of the Ice Age, and the light pattern sprouting from her palm is converting the language of plants into the fatal frequency of annihilation quantum state. In this doomsday showdown that subverts cognition, what crawls out of the tombstones are not only the bloodthirsty undead, but also the original sins of civilization buried by human hands. When the first sunflower bloomed with a human face among the zombies, the survivors finally understood that the deepest fear was not to be devoured by zombies, but to find that they were already at the bottom of the food chain.