88. Agent Brown
Amy decides not to take any chances. “I’d rather not fight that plant directly. Better to wait back here and take care of it.” Amy unscrews and removes the bottle of plant growth formula and attaches the herbicide. She then walks over to the console and pushes the red button to start spraying. Soon a soft hisssss! sound fills the greenhouse and the sprinklers begin emitting a vaguely brownish mist.
It doesn’t take long to see a reaction. The vines of the flytrap start thrashing wildly as the plant begins flapping its mouth open and shut in obvious pain. It then gradually turns brown and shrivels up. Soon it’s no larger than a normal Venus Flytrap. A dead normal Venus Flytrap.
The herbicide is having an obvious effect on other plants, as well. All around her the greenhouse turns brown and dries out as all the plant life withers away and dies. Amy notices the root that blocked her exit falling to pieces and smiles to herself, smugly satisfied that she has outwitted all these plants.
Suddenly Amy feels a burning sensation in her lungs. She tries coughing but the fire only burns hotter. The air itself seems to be inflamed! She looks at her hands and finds that her skin is rapidly turning the same brown as the plants around her. The muscles under her bones are shrinking as her flesh reacts adversely to the herbicide that she’s pumped into the air. Amy’s hair grows stringy and begins falling out. Soon her shorts, her underpants, her shirt and her bra slide off of her as her rapidly diminishing flesh can no longer support them. Amy takes a few stumbling steps before collapsing to the floor, a shriveled, brown bag of bones.
Amy should have known better than to punish her skin with such harsh exfoliants. Now her complexion will never recover!
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.