[b]Coco Bean[/b]

Coco jumped. Her leaves puffed out so quickly and hardened so much that they hurt her head. Her heart skipped a beat, and then the corpse spoke. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, poking me like that?” The dead woman asked.

[i]'B-But you're dead!'[/i] Coco said, yet no sound came out. Her necklace would not speak her words, and they were stuck in her mind as thoughts. 

And then the woman took a hold of her spear and yanked. Coco nearly let go, but she yanked back. When her yank didn't pull her spear free, she brought the blunt end the woman was holding down on her face. A sickening crunch and a moan of pain were all Coco needed to hear before she yanked again, but to no avail. Though out of nowhere, an armored arm came out of nowhere and hit the woman's arms, letting Coco's spear go. Coco jumped back, [i]'Wasn't that fleshling dead?! What the sand is going on?!'[/i] 

And the woman, cracked skull and half eaten face, stood up, picking up a piece of charred wood. "Why don't you speak, plant?" She asked, a threatening hiss and tone to her voice. Coco took a trained grip of her spear and assumed position. The woman took a step forward, and Coco met the advance with an impaled lung. The woman kept advancing, face distorted into a primal snarl. 

Just as Coco started yanking to free her spear once more, the woman swung her improvised weapon at her head. 

CRACK. 

The last thing she'd hear, followed by the feeling of losing her balance and her warm, thick sap flowing down from her face. She was on her knees and arms and her leaves, confused, puffed up and back down several times in a short moment. 

The woman leaned down and grabbed Coco by the leaves, pulled her up and wrapped her remaining hand around Coco's neck. her grip tightened, and Coco squirmed. Not because she lacked breath, as she didn't even have a trachea to begin with, but because the woman's nails were starting to dig into her neck, and the pain was unbearable.

For a moment, Coco dared not touch the undead woman, but now... As she squirmed and tried to get away, she had an idea. Instead of pulling, she pushed. With all of her remaining strength, she jumped at the woman. Narrowly avoiding stabbing herself with her own spear, she managed to take the fight right to the woman, when she prepared her hands and touched the woman's stomach. 

The woman convulsed violently, and a sizzling was heard coming from the place Coco's hands met the woman's stomach. After a moment, and even though the woman's grip on Coco's throat tightened, the woman shot back a few feet, leaving a burning sensation on Coco's throat, and along the sensation, five deep gashes gushing with sap. Coco was quick on her feet, stumbling her way over to retrieve her spear as the woman convulsed, and running away. She avoided a few more undead, used her spear to push others out of the way, and finally made it to her friends, where she tripped, only to roll and try to get up again.

When she failed to get up and her leaves started freaking out again, she knew she was in trouble. She propped herself up on her elbows, yet the whole world was dizzy. She felt sick, and the wound on her head only seemed to get worse. 

She rolled onto her back and everything seemed to turn into a mess of sounds, pain and darkness. She had just lost consciousness.