Before the footsteps were difficult to discent. But now that he had eaten all the others Florence playfully wiggled his roots after Luke. It really had been a bad move on his part. If he had stuck up for him it's quite possibly that the plant would be on his side in the escape. Unfortunatly leaving had permanently cemented him as food in Florence's eyes. The ground shook twice more as the root forced its way up. The concrete was torn asunder as the root whipped back and forth before Luke. A large pink flower flexed at the center of the root. Like a pair of lips it moved in front of Luke's vision.