Should we continue the story with Jace’s on the highway, or focus on the next upgrade he needs to find?

The sun rose, casting a blood-red light over the wasteland. Jace climbed into the cockpit, the smell of gasoline and ozone filling the air. He turned the key. The engine didn't just start; it roared—a defiant scream against the apocalypse.

: To jump the collapsed overpasses of the I-95. The Ignition

With the data synced to his handheld, Jace scrambled back to his garage. He worked through the night, welding serrated plates to the bumper and bolting a dual-barrel machine gun to the roof. He wasn't just building a car; he was building a legend.

In the world outside the screen, Jace had a rusted frame of a and a dream of reaching the Florida coast. But a sedan was a coffin on wheels without the right modifications.

He clicked "Extract." The progress bar moved with the agonizing slowness of a dying man’s pulse. The Blueprints

: Necessary for plowing through the crowds at the city gates.