The air was thick with tension as Carl laid out a battle plan for an ambush. Jenna and her zombies nodded along, though Carl suspected they weren't really listening. "Remember, we strike at dawn. Hit them hard and fast," Carl said, slamming his fist into his palm for emphasis.
Jenna's eyes darted to the side. "Ooh, is that a toolbox?"
Carl pinched the bridge of his nose. "Focus, Jenna!"
The battle began at dawn as planned. Well, sort of. Jenna, distracted by a shiny hubcap she found, almost gave away their position early. Luckily, Carl managed to salvage the situation, leading the gang in a surprisingly effective attack.
However, the rival zombies were better prepared than expected. Rook had anticipated their ambush and counterattacked from an unexpected direction. Carl fought valiantly, using his elemental powers to defend the group, while Jenna fumbled around, accidentally opening her space and causing more chaos.
Despite the confusion, Jenna's random use of her space ability once again worked in their favor. She sucked up the rival gang's weapons, leaving them vulnerable and forcing Rook to retreat.
Carl stood, panting and bruised, but victorious. "I can't believe that worked," he muttered.
Jenna beamed. "Told you! Hoarding is useful!"