A few hours later, when Ryan was approaching the absolute maximum time without sleep, he checked his credits.

'Status' He said in his mind, which he discovered to show several useful information.

>Name: Ryan Stone

>Class: Tycoon

>Credits: 120 ₵

>Str: 11

>Dex: 10

>Vit: 10

>Int: 10

>Wis: 10

>Luc: 10

The stats have been at 10 since the default, but the strength stat has gone up by giving. Ryan suspects this is because he has been slamming the heads of the zombies and pulling out the hammer with his arm. He hasn't gained any other stats, or received any information from the text boxes, so it's all just speculation.

Now with so many credits, Ryan enters the shop and stops at the weapons tab. Instead of buying the dagger, as was his plan several minutes ago, Ryan imagines a spike with a handle, similar to an ice pick. With that tool, he'll be able to stab the top of the zombie's skull quickly.

>Weapons

>Iron Dagger, 100 ₵

>Steel Ice Pick, 100 ₵

Ryan is slightly disappointed that the ice pick costs the same amount of credits as the dagger, but he buys it anyway. Also, Ryan buys a glass of water and drinks it. After dropping two cheeseburgers, Ryan became very skilled at catching objects in mid-air.

Now refreshed and with a better weapon, Ryan goes back to the slaughter.

A few hours later, Ryan feels his adrenaline wearing off and the urge to rest overcoming him. 'I need to take a nap,' He thinks and looks around. There are no outlets for him to slid inside, and hanging by the ropes on his vest won't be a comfortable sleep. Another option is to climb up and sleep under the van, but Ryan doesn't want to be that close to the zombies and whatever else might be on the surface.

After a few minutes of thinking, Ryan decides to clip himself to the ladder and hope for the best while hanging back with his feet on a rung. An unknown amount of time later, Ryan is woken up by his feet fall off ladder rung. Something fell from above, making him slip.

"Meow!" A cat sounds as it falls hard against the floor of the sewer. A second later, a claw from inside the sewer water reaches out and pulls the cat inside.

'Jesus Christ,' Ryan thinks after witnessing the cat being pulled under. A few second later, zombies swarm the bottom of the ladder. 'Well, I'll start farming credits,' Ryan thinks, and unclips himself to descend towards the zombies.