After the battle, both zombie groups were left licking their wounds. Carl stood over a makeshift campfire, brooding as usual, when Rook approached him.
"We're not done, Carl," Rook snarled.
Carl crossed his arms, unflinching. "You lost today. Maybe next time you'll learn not to mess with us."
Rook's eyes gleamed. "Oh, I'm not worried about you anymore. We've got bigger problems."
Just then, the eerie howl of a mutated beast echoed through the air. Carl and Rook exchanged a wary glance. For the first time, they realized they were facing a threat far more dangerous than each other.
Carl sighed. "Truce?"
Rook nodded begrudgingly. "Truce."
Jenna wandered over, carrying an old radio she had found. "Hey, guys! Look at this cool thing I found!"
Carl and Rook stared at her, utterly baffled by how they were going to survive with her in their alliance.