Back at their hideout, Carl paced while Jenna lazily rummaged through her new stash of supplies. "They're going to come back stronger," Carl warned, glancing at Jenna's carefree attitude. "We can't keep relying on dumb luck."
Jenna barely heard him. She was too busy marveling at the mismatched items she had acquired from the enemy: a broken chair, some expired chips, and what she was convinced was a "rare rock."
Carl groaned inwardly. He had to make her focus. "Listen, Jenna. This isn't just about hoarding stuff! We're at war."
"Right, right. No more hoarding," she said absentmindedly, slipping the rare rock into her pocket.
Meanwhile, the rival gang regrouped, furious and ready for revenge. They began cutting off more of Jenna's gang's resources, claiming vital points in the town. Carl could feel the pressure mounting.
"Next time, we need a real strategy," Carl said. "Not just you accidentally sucking up their supplies."
Jenna looked up, puzzled. "But it worked?"
Carl rolled his eyes. "Barely."