Carl's plan—or Jenna's improvised chaos—was in motion. The scout zombie had successfully snuck into the human camp, relaying their positions to the group. Everything was going smoothly. That is, until Jenna decided it was time for her grand surprise attack.
Without warning, Jenna opened her spatial space and dumped an entire load of hoarded items onto the humans below. Old bikes, tools, random cans of food, and, of course, the infamous dumpster came crashing down.
The humans panicked, completely caught off guard by the bizarre shower of junk. Carl watched in stunned silence as the humans scattered, their defenses crumbling under the weight of Jenna's hoarding madness.
"See?" Jenna said proudly. "I told you it would work!"
Carl stared at the chaos below. "That... was the strangest ambush I've ever seen."
But despite the absurdity, it worked. The humans were routed, and Jenna's gang was victorious once again.
Carl sighed. "I don't know how, but... good job, Jenna."
Jenna grinned. "Thanks! Told you, I'm a natural."