As Carl led them to a makeshift battlefield in an old supermarket, Jenna was distracted by the rows of shopping carts. She paused and muttered, "I could use those...so many supplies..."
Carl spun around, grabbing her by the shoulders. "Focus, Jenna! We're about to fight, not shop!"
Jenna blinked, shaking off her daydream. "Right, right! Fight, not shop. Got it."
The clash between the two groups was chaotic. Carl led the charge with brutal efficiency, using his elemental powers to hurl shards of ice at the rival zombies. Meanwhile, Jenna's gang stumbled into the fight, their growling and groaning causing more confusion than strategy.
"Why are they just standing there, growling?" Carl shouted, dodging an attack.
"I think it's...motivational?" Jenna offered, watching as one of her zombies picked up a can of beans mid-fight. "Look, supplies!"
Carl gritted his teeth, realizing this battle was not going according to plan. But then, in a moment of brilliance (or sheer accident), Jenna threw open her space and sucked in half of Rook's supplies, confusing the rival zombies. Suddenly, they were left without their weapons and food.
"What the hell?!" Rook bellowed, as his gang retreated in disarray.
Carl stared at Jenna, speechless. She smiled, proud of herself. "I helped, right?"