Two days passed in a flash.
The third day was a rest day, and for once, all the players managed to log in by morning.
They gathered along the great rift between the ruins outside Cadman City and the inner city. This time, all sixty members of the group were there.
Together, they made quite an imposing sight!
That was especially true of the veteran players who had joined the game early. Most of them had full sets of veteran armor and matching weapons. All decked out in the same style, they looked like an elite force.
The second- and third-wave players fell a little short in that regard.
Aside from the thirteen guys under Happy Stick, who'd gotten themselves decent gear by blowing themselves up, the rest were still wearing either the auxiliary armor provided by the Cadman Self-Defense Army and the survivor camp, or recruit armor.
It wasn't exactly starter gear, but it offered only the most basic protection.
Still, there was good news.
Yesterday, Happy Stick had "abused his authority for personal gain" by taking a nearly thirty-strong group to raid a gang hideout in the sewers under the pretense of a training march. They'd spent four hours pushing forward methodically, and had actually managed to chew through the place, which had become a ghoul nest.
They still hadn't found the fabled gang vault, but the rest of their haul was pretty good.
The fight against more than thirty ghouls had not only brought most of the third-wave players up to level four or five and through their regular class advancement, it had also yielded an unexpected surprise.
The criminal hideout held several crates of loose coins, as well as a stash of firearms hidden away by the underground gang.
The weapons varied wildly in quality. Most