POV: Jenna
Jenna felt a strange tingling in the air. It was the same feeling she got when she was about to make a really bad decision—like hoarding more stuff she didn't need. But this time, it wasn't just her instincts. The ground was rumbling, and the trees were shaking as if the forest itself had come alive.
"Is it just me, or is something big happening?" Jenna asked Carl, who was now standing at full alert, his elemental powers crackling faintly around him.
"It's not just you," Carl replied, eyes narrowed. "Something is driving the zombies into a frenzy. We need to move."
Jenna's zombie gang, as usual, was growling and stumbling behind her, unaware of the growing danger. They seemed more focused on chewing on random plants than actually preparing for the oncoming wave. Jenna turned to them with a mix of exasperation and affection. "Guys, come on! We've got serious business!"
The gang only responded with louder growls.
Suddenly, the first wave of frenzied zombies burst through the treeline. They moved with terrifying speed, their eyes glowing red under the blood moon. Carl didn't hesitate—he leaped into action, his powers surging as he took down the lead zombie with a blast of fire. Jenna, on the other hand, fumbled as she tried to get her space ready, accidentally hoarding one of her own gang members instead of the supplies she'd intended.
"Oops! Sorry!" she called out, as the gang member vanished into her space with a disgruntled grunt.
The battle was chaos. Carl was a whirlwind of elemental fury, while Jenna's gang did their best to imitate his moves—badly. Jenna herself was caught somewhere between panic and confusion, trying to be useful but mostly just dodging stray zombies.