The situation had grown dire. Jenna's gang and Carl had just barely managed to hold their ground against the berserk zombies and mutated creatures. Even with their combined strength, the blood moon was wreaking havoc.
The mutated creatures—now stronger and more aggressive—had taken over much of the surrounding area. Carl knew they couldn't handle this alone for long. That was when he received an unexpected visitor.
Rook, the leader of the rival zombie gang, emerged from the shadows, his face hard and determined. "Carl. I think it's time we stop fighting," he growled.
Carl eyed him warily. "What do you want, Rook?"
"We've got a bigger problem," Rook said, pointing to the chaos around them. "The blood moon. We can either kill each other, or we can team up."
Jenna, who had been admiring the chaos from a distance while stuffing more items into her space, looked up in confusion. "Wait, are we not fighting anymore?"
Carl gave Rook a slow nod. "Fine. But this is only temporary."
Rook smirked. "Don't get used to it."
And so, with the blood moon in full effect, the two zombie groups—once enemies—reluctantly teamed up. The mutated creatures, zombies, and chaos were too much to handle alone, and despite the animosity, they both knew the only way to survive was together.