Ansel - part 2

                                    

                                          

Calming himself, he took time to take a look at his Stats. 
[STATS:
Name: Ansel Witt
Age: 23
Level: 1 (15/1000)
Life: 150/200
Spirit: 92/200  
Physical: 42 
Agility: 35
Attack: 21
Defense: 17
Mana: 100
Physical Potential: S 
Mental potential: A 
Skills: 
Active: None
Passive: None
Elemental Affinity: Fire
Titles: None
Overall rank: A
Current Status: Weakened. ] 
[EQUIPMENT LIST 
Head:None
Ears: None 
Body: Wool Suit, Cotton Polo  0 Defense
Arms: None
Legs:  Wool Pants  0 Defense
Hands: Gun  Attack indeterminate 
Feet: leather shoes  1 Defense,  0 Agility ]
[WEALTH: 43 gold, 0 silver, 130 copper]  
As a gamer, he naturally had an idea on what those stats meant. Although, he was a bit disappointed that that many gold bars only got him a few scores of gold. 
The client paid in gold and he had not had the time to gather other things. For one thing, other than the gun he stole, he didn't have anything else after so many hours of hiding. 
The so-called space backpack only contained a couple of mint candies he got from a countertop.
He sighed in self-pity and looked around, but froze when he finally realized where he was. 
His sexy peach blossom eyes brightened at the sight. 
He was in the kitchen, an empty one at that— the zombies must have gotten out a long time ago, leaving this oasis of normalcy for him to find.
His sights landed on kitchen knives as well as those huge scissors used to cut meat on table grills.  
He took them all to space. He took everything that could be used as a weapon in space, including the chopping board.
He scurried to the fridge and filled the backpack with all the food and water that could fit. Mostly filling food like rice and flour were given priority. A bit of meat and fruits were added, and the rest was potable water.
After looking around for a bit to see if he missed anything, he went to find the back door of the kitchen—
Only to see about a dozen zombies turning their heads to him simultaneously. 
His scalp numbed at the sight, each hair on his body rising in fear.
He quickly closed the door and dragged another table to bar it. 
On cue, the door started banging and it felt like his heart rose to his throat. He tried to gulp the nerves down but to no avail.
Damned city, even back alleys have so many people!!