Xiao Yi knew that this was just the beginning. The northern base might have more complex rules and order, and he had to remain vigilant and awake at all times to ensure the safety of himself and other survivors. But he also believed that as long as everyone united and faced difficulties together, they would be able to find their own way to survival.

As the sun gradually set, the parched air seemed to slowly dissipate. A relaxed atmosphere grew in the survivors' makeshift camp. Those who claimed to be the guides from the Northern Base, after a fierce conflict, had surprisingly chosen to stay with the survivors.

Xiao Yi sat at the simple table in front of the RV, a bowl of refreshing cold noodles and a plate of golden, crispy fried chicken in front of him. He picked up his chopsticks, gently picked up a handful of cold noodles, and put it into his mouth. The cool noodles slid across his tongue, with a slightly sour and spicy taste, instantly dispelling the day's heat.

He took a bite of the fried chicken. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, juicy and perfectly paired with the refreshing cold noodles. For him, this meal wasn't just about filling his stomach; it was also about bringing a little comfort to his tired body and mind.

As night fell, the lights in the camp gradually lit up, illuminating the tired and alert faces of the survivors. In this makeshift shelter, Xiao Yi's RV wasn't the only one standing alone. There were also several other vehicles of various types, like small boats on an isolated island, carrying their own hopes and dreams.

However, beneath this seemingly calm surface, undercurrents surged. Those without cars gathered around the vehicles, their gazes filled with a hint of envy, but more often than not, jealousy and resentment. They firmly believed that those hiding in cars were secretly eating, enjoying delicacies they could never hope to taste.

Xiao Yi sat by the window in the RV. Through the glass, he could clearly feel the burning gazes of those outside. He knew that his RV was like a target being stared at in this environment. But he did not feel scared or uneasy because of this. Instead, he strengthened his determination.

He stood up and walked to the small refrigerator in the RV, taking out some food and drinks. These foods he had carefully prepared before were enough for him to eat for several days.

So what? There's enough food in this space to last for several lifetimes.

But Xiao Yi will never be a saint in the end times! His bottom line is that he doesn't take the initiative to harm others.