Days passed as Jenna, Carl, and the gang tried to make sense of this new world. The mutated creatures were becoming more dangerous, and it was clear the zombies weren't the only ones evolving. The group had been scouting for supplies when they saw something strange: a group of zombies walking in formation, almost as if they were being led.
Jenna and Carl crouched behind an abandoned SUV, watching in awe as the zombies followed a strange figure—an individual who seemed to control the zombies with a simple hand gesture. The human was standing tall, commanding the undead with military precision.
Carl clenched his fists, his elemental powers flaring for a second in response to the threat. "This… this isn't natural," he muttered. He glanced at Jenna, who was still trying to figure out the situation. "Do you see that, Jenna?"
Jenna, her attention still on the zombie formation, blinked. "Yeah! Look at all the supplies they're hauling!" She gestured to the zombies, each one carrying items that looked fresh. "And they've got some great stuff! Maybe I should ask them for a trade."
Carl shot her a deadpan look. "Jenna, I think you missed the part where they're controlled by a human."
"Oh!" Jenna's eyes widened, realization dawning. "So they're, like… zombie soldiers? Cool!"
Carl rubbed his temples. "We need to investigate further. I want to know who's controlling them. And no, Jenna, we're not trading shoes."