POV: Carl
Carl couldn't believe what he was seeing. As they made their way deeper into the forest, they came across another group of zombies—stronger, faster, and seemingly more organized. It was clear they weren't ordinary zombies.
The leader of the new group, a tall zombie with glowing blue eyes, stepped forward. Carl recognized him immediately—one of the higher-level zombies with an elemental power similar to his own. This was no ordinary encounter.
Jenna, completely oblivious to the tension, waved awkwardly. "Hey, fellow zombies! Fancy meeting you out here."
Carl shot her a warning look, but it was too late. The other zombie leader growled in response, clearly not in the mood for pleasantries.
Carl stepped forward, trying to diffuse the situation. "We're just passing through. No need for trouble."
The blue-eyed zombie sneered. "This is our territory now. You don't belong here."
Carl could feel the tension rising, and Jenna, as usual, was making things worse by trying to chat up the other zombies. He sighed, realizing negotiations were probably not going to work.