Book it.

You look around and see the plant girls slowly advancing. Picking off Zombies hiding in craters. You wait for the perfect opportunity. . . Which is right about- NOW FUCKING RUN DAMN IT YOU COWARD! FUCKING RUN FOR YOUR UN-LIFE!

You, Understandably panicked by the narrator yelling at you in all CAPS. Start to book into the direction of cover.

The plant's side find you and fire at you, Peas fly over your head, Corn kernels fall hard like rocky hail. Butter splats near you.

A lucky pea impacts your shoulder. Making your barely attatched arm fly off. Making you scream with your under-used and almost rotten voice.

"F-Fuuuurrck!" Your shout is heard by both sides. Shocking both sides, Each side not having heard a zombie use their voice besides Zomboss, Un-Intelligible groaning. And "Stupid Talk".

Both sides (in your favor) stop fighting for a small moment. You take advantage of this (almost coincidental) moment continue charging to. . Away from the battle field. Trying to re-attach your arm back in. And into. . .