There was a plant that looked like a cross between alfalfa and four leafed clover that used humans as a host. An infected was going around infecting others. For some reason there were four of us in a bed that looked like a large version of the bed I grew up sleeping in. There were plants behind glass on the book shelf. As we slept the infected one (told via back story/flashback), crept into a ic cave and flipped the lid on a carton of ice cream. In it was a single green sprout. Things get fuzzy and we flash back to the three of us (not include infection guy), then becoming infected.
Green shoots are sprouting everywhere. We spy a hardware store and the plan is to drink some round up. One of us breaks the front door. There is glass everywhere. I have no shoes. I managed to get indie without cuts (fuzzy how that happened) and my party look for the phone book and I pick up an old black phone and test it for a connection. It is dead. The inside of the store now resembled a museum piece like what one would see in a place such as Old Gippstown.
“We” forget about the roundup, though I am still thinking about it and wondering why we have forgotten about it.