The zombies couldn't deny that Jenna had a certain... luck. Sure, she was clumsy, slow-witted, and easily distracted, but somehow, things always seemed to work out for her. Whether it was her hoarding obsession or her space abilities, Jenna had a knack for stumbling into success. She wasn't strong like Carl, or cunning like some of the other evolving zombies, but she had something no one else did: sheer, dumb luck.
And her gang had learned to trust that luck.
There had been countless times when Jenna's ridiculous plans should have failed spectacularly. Like the time she had tried to ambush a group of humans by dropping an entire set of kitchen appliances on them. The humans had been so confused that they had retreated, leaving their supplies behind.
Or the time she had insisted on hoarding a collection of traffic cones. At first, her gang had groaned in frustration—Why in the world would they need traffic cones?—but those same cones had saved them during an escape, creating a confusing maze that had slowed down a group of hunters.
It didn't make sense. None of it did. But Jenna's strange, chaotic mind somehow kept them alive. And despite their growing intelligence, the zombies couldn't help but admire her for it.