Ryan paces around driveway while thinking of what to do next. He has all the credits he could possibly need, so nothing is impossible. All that mattered was that he think of the right thing in the shop, not that is was cost effective. To help with this, Ryan adds a hack to the shop.

Placement Preview, 2000 ₵

With this, Ryan adds more abstract objects to the shop, such as a concrete wall and a rolling steel gate. After placing these, the front yard of Ryan’s parents’ house is protected from zombies. Nothing will stop the giant zombie from crushing the house or the wall, but Ryan can’t think of a way to stop it without totally changing the scenery.

Without any unfinished business at his parents’ house, Ryan walks into the middle of the street and buys a motorcycle. It’s an extremely fast and luxurious sports bike that he’d never be able to afford in the pre-system world, but the 360000 credit cost is barely a drop in the bucket for him now. After all, that’s just eighteen zombies.

Ryan takes off down the street, further away from the city, and buys Impact Resistance 1000 and Wind Resistance 10. He’s unsure of the effects of Wind Resistance, so decides that ten levels will help enough with the wind in his eyes.

The effect from the skill doesn’t take away too much from his speed, so Ryan levels the skill to 100, and then to 1000. The result is a barrier around his body where the wind doesn’t pass. It’ll make summer breezes less enjoyable, but riding the motorcycle without a helmet will be much better.

Ryan knows he could fly to wherever he wanted, but riding the motorcycle is for fun. After his first motorcycle got stolen out of a parking garage, Ryan never bought another one. Instead, he kept to watching motovlogs on the internet and wishing he could afford a fast bike.

A few miles past his parents’ home, in a poorer area of the suburbs, Ryan comes across a well-fortified position. It’s not a house, but a fenced off basketball court, where all kinds of materials have been placed against the fence to strengthen it.

“Ay yo! Nigga got a bike!” Ryan slows down enough to hear this from someone inside the court, and he stops completely.

“Hello, citizens! Call me Mr. Money Bags!” Ryan cheers and walks over to the opening of the court.

Not even a bullet bouncing off his head if enough to stop him.

‘Scary,’ Ryan thinks as he continues walking forward. The bullet hit his chest, but the jacket protected him.

“What the hell you want?” A man behind the fortifications yells.

“I…” Ryan begins to speak but needs a few more seconds to think of what to say. “I want to make a deal.”