Jenna was in *hoarding heaven.* The warehouse was massive, and every corner was filled with potential treasures. She grinned, her zombie brain firing on all cylinders, ready to gather up anything that looked remotely useful or shiny.
"Alright, team, let's get moving!" Jenna groaned, shuffling deeper into the massive building with her zombie squad following her, groaning and grumbling along behind.
Her space had already been stuffed with bags of chips, canned beans, blankets, and random junk from the grocery store, but now it was time for the real haul. She spotted some old furniture in one corner—a dusty, rickety couch that looked perfect for lounging, some weirdly shaped lamps, and a stack of mismatched chairs. Jenna's eyes gleamed. "This is going to be perfect for our… uh, zombie hideaway. Yeah, hideaway!"
She dragged the couch toward her space and with a quick motion, it vanished into her magical dimension. Then, she found a collection of mismatched kitchenware—tins of soup, pots, and a giant metal spoon that looked like it had been used for something far more sinister than cooking.
"More food!" Jenna shouted as she tossed them into her space. The zombies behind her shuffled along, occasionally bumping into each other and groaning in what she assumed was enthusiasm. They didn't have the brains to appreciate the finer things in life, but Jenna was happy to make sure they had everything they needed.
Hours passed, and Jenna continued her hoarding spree. She found an entire section of the warehouse dedicated to old toys and, for reasons she couldn't explain, grabbed a stack of stuffed animals and a small trampoline. *Maybe for fun later,* Jenna thought, shoving the soft toys into her space.
Eventually, her space became so packed that Jenna had to work hard to shove the supplies in. It was like a never-ending game of Tetris, only the pieces were food, furniture, and random junk. The zombies groaned as they tried to help—mostly by slowly shuffling things toward Jenna, but their efforts were far from useful.
By the time Jenna called it a day, the warehouse was nearly empty. A trail of random items led from the door to her space, like breadcrumbs in a very strange, apocalyptic fairy tale.
"Good job, team," Jenna said, giving a thumbs-up to her undead squad, who responded with their usual blank, slow groans.
She let out a long, contented sigh. "Tomorrow, we do more hoarding."