On the streets, Jaxon continued to sprint away, his body aching, his mind exhausted, looking for a place to hide, a sanctuary from the infected, his survival hanging by a thread.
He activated the upgrades he had been saving coins for.
(70 coins spent. Ammo Lv.0 → Lv.3)
(55 coins spent. Magazine Lv.0 → Lv.3)
(73 coins spent. Body Lv.0 → Lv.3)
(58 coins spent. Muzzle Lv.0 → Lv.3)
(61 coins spent. Grip Lv.0 → Lv.3)
(75 coins spent. Suppressor Lv.1 → Lv.5 max)
The pistol in his hands transformed instantly. The magazine expanded, the frame reinforced, the muzzle stabilized, the grip refined, and the suppressor now fully silenced every shot.
It felt lighter, easier to control, each shot clean and precise even as he moved. Infected fell before him without slowing his pace.
Then he stopped short. His eyes locked onto a faded sign ahead. Gun Store.
