Jenna stood proudly in front of her gang, hands on her hips. The chaotic "training" sessions with Carl were over, and despite the messiness of it all, something strange had begun to happen. Her zombie crew was... changing. They weren't just aimlessly groaning and stumbling around anymore. They were faster, stronger, and some of them even seemed to be developing strange abilities.
Carl, watching from the sidelines, crossed his arms and nodded thoughtfully. "I'll admit, I didn't expect this. Your gang is actually showing signs of... growth."
Jenna blinked at him, confused. "Growth? Like, did they get taller?"
Carl sighed. "No, not taller. They're evolving. Look at him," he said, pointing to one of the zombies whose hands were now crackling with faint electricity. "That's an elemental ability. It's rare, but some zombies, with enough exposure to... well, chaos, can develop new powers."
The electrified zombie groaned softly, raising his sparking hands in the air as if testing them out.
"Cool!" Jenna exclaimed. "Does that mean I can get superpowers too? Like... laser vision?"
Carl shook his head. "You already have a superpower, Jenna. Your spatial ability. Remember?"
Jenna blinked, then nodded slowly. "Oh yeah. But I can't shoot lasers."
Carl pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's not about lasers. It's about using what you have. Watch." He gestured toward another zombie, who had somehow developed the ability to camouflage himself against the walls of the alley. The zombie disappeared and reappeared like a chameleon.
Jenna gasped. "That's amazing! I want to do that!"
Carl sighed. "Focus on your space, Jenna. You're more powerful than you think. Just... less focused."
The zombies groaned in agreement. They had developed new abilities, bit by bit, and though they still weren't exactly strategic masterminds, they were becoming more of a force to be reckoned with.