That night, something in the atmosphere shifted. Carl could feel the air becoming thicker, almost electric. Jenna had started talking to herself, pulling more random objects into her space. The moon had taken on an eerie reddish glow, and Carl knew this wasn't just any normal night.
"Blood moon," Carl muttered under his breath.
"What's that?" Jenna asked, popping out from behind a stack of crates with a newly hoarded collection of paper towels.
Carl's face hardened. "It's the beginning of the berserk phase. Zombies and mutated creatures alike are going to become stronger. It's going to be chaos."
Jenna blinked. "I don't like chaos. But… I can store everything in my space! So it'll be fine, right?"
Carl groaned. "Jenna, focus. This is dangerous."
Suddenly, a wild shriek echoed through the air. Jenna, completely unbothered, looked up with mild interest. "Oh! Someone's really mad."
Carl's eyes narrowed. "No, that's the start of the blood moon effect. The zombies will become berserk."
As if on cue, a group of zombies appeared, their eyes glowing red, teeth gnashing. But they weren't the only ones affected—the mutated animals began to emerge from the woods, fur bristling with aggression, eyes wild.
Carl raised his arms, creating a protective barrier of ice. "We need to hold our ground. Jenna, I need you to focus."
Jenna, unbothered by the incoming threat, was already looking around for anything else to hoard. "Oh, look! More shoes!" she exclaimed, eyes gleaming. "Perfect match for my neon pink ones."
Carl's eye twitched. "Jenna…"