Carl paced in front of the zombie gang like a disgruntled drill sergeant. His elemental power crackled faintly as he glared at the shambling group. Jenna stood in the middle, looking confused, her hands fidgeting as if contemplating which nearby object she should hoard next. The rest of the gang groaned absently, barely paying attention.
"Listen up," Carl growled, his voice sharp. "Hunting humans isn't just about mindless attacks. It's about using your senses. You need to track them, smell them, hear their heartbeat. Understand?"
A few of the zombies moaned in response, their dull eyes not really processing Carl's intensity. Jenna, on the other hand, raised a hand like she was in school. "Umm... what do they smell like?"
Carl pinched the bridge of his nose, suppressing the frustration building inside him. "Humans smell... well, they don't smell like decaying flesh, for one thing. Focus. Their blood, their fear, their sweat—that's how you'll find them."
Jenna nodded slowly, though her eyes were clearly wandering to a shiny can of beans that sat discarded by the side of the road. Carl continued, "Now, we'll start with the basics. Use your ears to—"
Before he could finish, Jenna's hand shot up again. "Can I take that?" she asked, pointing at the can. "For... you know, later."
Carl blinked. "Why? We don't need food."
Jenna shrugged, already opening her spatial space. "It's shiny."
The rest of the zombies groaned louder, as if in agreement. Carl threw his hands up in the air, electricity sparking around his fingers. "Focus!" he barked, causing the zombies to fall silent. Well, almost silent. Jenna's space made a faint sucking sound as the can vanished into thin air.
Carl sighed. "This is going to be a long day..."