Just when Carl thought it couldn't get worse, something surprising happened. During one of their chaotic training sessions, Jenna accidentally triggered a real-life ambush. While attempting to sneak behind an old fence (and once again announcing her every move), she stumbled into a pack of mutated dogs.
"Oh no!" Jenna yelped, flailing her arms as the creatures growled and charged toward her.
Carl's heart sank. He was too far away to intervene in time. But before he could react, Jenna's zombies sprang into action. Despite their usual clumsiness, they moved quickly, forming a protective barrier around their leader. The dogs lunged, but the zombies fought back with surprising coordination, taking them down one by one.
Rook, watching from a distance, raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'll be damned."
Carl was just as shocked. "Did… did they just…?"
Jenna, standing in the middle of the carnage, blinked in surprise. "I did it! I'm a master of stealth!"
Carl shook his head. "That wasn't stealth. That was dumb luck."
"Same thing!" Jenna chirped, clearly proud of herself.
Despite the chaos, Carl had to admit that there was potential in Jenna's group. It wasn't much, but it was something. Maybe, just maybe, they could make this work.