The setting sun stretched his figure very long. Xiao Yi's footsteps did not stop, his figure gradually disappeared in the twilight, and he walked firmly towards the unknown hope.

Xiao Yi stood at the entrance of the shelter, the sunlight behind him stretching his figure into a slender figure. Beside him was a bulging backpack filled with precious supplies, and in his hand was tightly grasped the sharp weapon that had accompanied him through countless battles.

He took a deep breath and looked back at the familiar and safe shelter for the last time. A trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, but it was instantly replaced by determination. Xiao Yi tightened the shoulder straps of his backpack, tied his weapons firmly to his body, and took the first step full of unknowns and dangers.

The road on which he embarked was bumpy and uneven. Xiao Yi walked cautiously, the gravel and dead branches under his feet making crunching sounds. There was a dead silence all around, with only his own breathing and footsteps echoing in the air.

A gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it a whiff of decay. Xiao Yi observed his surroundings warily, knowing every shadow and every ruin could hide an unknown danger. His hand never left his weapon, his finger lightly resting on the trigger, ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

Passing by an abandoned factory, Xiao Yi's heartbeat quickened involuntarily. Strange noises could be heard from the dilapidated factory from time to time, as if something was stirring inside. He slowed down his pace, trying not to make any noise, and moved forward slowly, leaning against the wall.

Suddenly, a mutant beast leaped out from the corner and pounced on him with its fangs and claws bared. Xiao Yi reacted quickly, raising his weapon without a trace of fear in his eyes. He aimed at the beast's weak spot and decisively pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, the beast fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

Xiao Yi didn't stop and continued to move forward. The sun gradually set in the west, dyeing his figure orange-red. His steps were slightly tired, but the determination in his eyes never weakened.

As night fell, darkness enveloped the earth. Xiao Yi found a relatively safe corner, lit a bonfire, and rested on his backpack. However, his ears were always perked up, listening to even the slightest movement around him.

When the first ray of dawn broke through the sky, Xiao Yi stood up again, carrying weapons and supplies, and continued on the dangerous journey, walking firmly in the direction of hope. Along the way, Xiao Yi encountered many difficulties and obstacles.

The inclement weather became the first obstacle on his path. The strong wind, accompanied by torrential rain, lashed him like a whip. The raindrops, as big as beans, hit his skin painfully. The wind howled, as if it would blow his frail body over. Xiao Yi took arduous steps, sinking into the mud with every step. The rain blurred his vision, making it almost impossible to see the road ahead.