A cloudless sky. A brilliant sun. Another beautiful day in suburbia.
She lounges in her backyard, carefree. Until she feels it. Something prickly against her fingertips. One eye open, she spots a lone spear of grass slithering up her arm.
Weird.
Then she sees another. And another. Suddenly, her entire arm, covered in green.
She bolts upright. Her lawn transforms into a swath of dirt as thousands of blades advance. She opens her mouth, but no screams come. More green slides between her lips as she slowly suffocates beneath the wiggling, whispering blades of grass.
Another beautiful day in suburbia.
