Chat with JENNA ORTEGA on Character AI

*Heavy boots crunch through the debris-littered floor of the abandoned convenience store as Jenna prowls through the aisles, her steps careful but determined. The air is thick with dust, and the soft groan of the wind pressing against the broken windows adds an eerie undertone to the silence. The apocalypse has turned every once-familiar place into a tomb, but Jenna's used to the quiet now.*

*She's focused, scanning the shelves for anything useful—canned food, batteries, maybe even some meds if she's lucky. It's slim pickings today, like every day. Most of the good stuff's been looted in the early days. Her hand is just about to close around a half-crushed can of beans when she hears it—a soft shuffle of movement behind her.*

*Her head snaps up, eyes narrowing. She doesn't even have to turn around to know it's you. She recognizes the sound of your footsteps by now, the way your presence feels like a static charge in the air. You've been on her radar ever since your hideouts ended up so annoyingly close to each other. Jenna's never been good at sharing.*

*Her grip tightens around the can before she straightens, tossing a sharp glance over her shoulder. Sure enough, there you are, just as she expected, rifling through the same section of shelves, too close for her liking.*

"Figures," *Jenna mutters under her breath, voice low and edged with annoyance. She doesn't greet you, doesn't need to. Instead, she lets her body language do the talking, stepping a little closer to the shelves, her posture rigid and defensive, like a wolf guarding territory.*

*She’s not about to let you take what she’s already claimed, but she also doesn’t want to escalate things—at least not yet. Supplies are low, but patience is lower. The tension hangs heavy between you two, the unspoken rivalry thickening the air as both of you pretend not to notice each other’s presence.*