(Apocalypse + Rebirth + Space + Hoarding + Ruthless Character + Golden Finger)
Xiao Yi, a ruthless King of Soldiers who struggled for five years in the apocalypse, was betrayed by his comrade...
Xiao Yi's body was still trembling slightly, which was the aftermath of extreme fatigue and tension. His muscles were extremely sore, and every tremor brought a tingling pain, but he still forced himself to adapt to this feeling and feel the process of his body gradually relaxing.
His fingers flexed and stretched unconsciously, as if he was still tightly gripping the weapon that had fought for him. The muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched occasionally, as if he was still gritting his teeth to hold on to something.
Although the surrounding environment was still damp and dark, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell, for Xiao Yi at this moment, this was already the quietest corner he could find. He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that this moment of rest would allow him to recover some of his physical strength and give him enough courage and strength to face the unknown dangers that followed.
In this deathly silent air-raid shelter, Xiao Yi closed his eyes, but his thoughts began to wander involuntarily.
His mind first flashed back to the good old days: a sunny afternoon in the park, green grass and a vibrant array of flowers. Children played and laughed on the grass, while people ran around flying kites, their faces filled with carefree smiles. He strolled with his family, feeling the gentle breeze and the warm sun. Everything was so peaceful and beautiful.
He recalled the bustling streets, the bustling crowds, the sounds of shouting and laughter. The tempting aromas of food stalls and the exquisite merchandise displayed in shop windows. He also recalled the times he spent with friends, sitting together, chatting, sharing joys and sorrows.
Yet, as his thoughts shifted, the endless suffering of this apocalypse washed over him like a tide. He saw the city reduced to ruins, black smoke billowing, flames shooting into the sky. The streets were strewn with blood and body parts, zombies roamed the streets, and the screams and cries of the people were incessant. Once-familiar faces were distorted, and friends and family were killed by the zombies, and he was powerless to do anything.
He recalled the days of fleeing for survival, haunted by hunger, cold, and fear. Every night was spent in constant fear, unsure whether he would still be alive the next day. The brutal fights for mere food and water exposed the ugliness of human nature in this apocalyptic world.
A tear slipped from the corner of Xiao Yi's eye, and it was particularly clear in the silence. His lips trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with nostalgia for the good old days and hatred for this cruel end of the world. But he knew that he couldn't continue to immerse himself in memories and pain. He had to accumulate strength and find hope for survival.
Even though he was in the relatively safe air-raid shelter, Xiao Yi's heart was still restless. He knew clearly that the world outside had become a zombie territory, and every inch of land was shrouded in terror and death.
He sat in a corner, staring blankly ahead, his mind replaying the horrific scenes outside. Zombies roamed in droves, their roars still echoing in his ears, sending shivers down his spine.
Xiao Yi didn't know how long he could hide in this air-raid shelter. Although the supplies here could solve the problem temporarily, they would eventually run out. He looked up at the rough stone wall above his head, his heart filled with confusion and helplessness.
The road ahead was like a fog, leaving him with no clear direction. Should he continue hiding here, awaiting rescue that would arrive at an uncertain time? Or should he bravely rush out, facing the nearly insurmountable zombie wave, and seek a new place to survive? He didn't know which choice was right, as each possibility was fraught with uncertainty and danger.
If he chose to stay, he would face hunger and thirst once his supplies ran out, and he would eventually have to face the outside world. But if he chose to go out, it would be almost a life-or-death struggle, and he was unsure if he had enough strength and luck to survive the zombies' pursuit.
Xiao Yi held his head in his hands, thinking painfully. He felt like a beast trapped in a cage, desperately trying to break free, but unable to find a way out. Every thought made his heart heavier. The uncertainty of the future was like a huge rock pressing down on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe. However, even in the midst of this confusion and predicament, a voice deep in Xiao Yi's heart echoed firmly: As long as he was alive, he must continue to fight.
He knew that living was not just for his own survival, but also for the once beautiful world, for the dignity and future of mankind. This belief was like a burning flame, igniting in his chest and dispelling some of the haze in his heart.
He understood that fighting wasn't just a simple fight to the death, but a struggle against fate and a clinging to hope. Every time he brandished his weapon, he declared his unyielding will to this cruel apocalypse; every time he gritted his teeth and persevered, he fought for a glimmer of hope for humanity's survival.
Xiao Yi recalled the warm times he had spent with his family, the laughter, the warm hugs, which now became his motivation to fight. He knew that if he did not fight, those beautiful memories would become the past forever, and the world would fall into endless darkness, and there would never be a day to see the light again.
He thought of those innocent people who lost their lives, their faces flashed before his eyes, their cries seemed to still echo in his ears. This made him more determined to fight, he wanted to avenge them, and make those who created the source of all this disaster pay the price.
Xiao Yi clenched his fists tightly, his eyes becoming firm and sharp. He told himself that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, no matter how many zombies and dangers he had to face, as long as he was still alive, he would never give up fighting. Because only by fighting could there be hope; only by fighting could the world be revitalized.
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