"Oh no! It's a tsunami!" Xiao Yi's face instantly turned pale. His eyes widened, filled with terror and disbelief. His facial muscles, already tense with nervousness, were now as stiff as stone. His lips trembled unconsciously, as if he were about to say something, but deep fear choked his throat. His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any trace of blood, its pallor thick as if covered by winter frost and snow. Veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat rolled uncontrollably down his face, twisted with fear. Xiao Yi's body began to tremble uncontrollably, his legs giving way, and he almost couldn't stand. His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he was oblivious, as if this could only help him calm down a little. His breathing became rapid and erratic, each breath heavy and labored, as if pressed down by a huge stone. His eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, as if he could already see the apocalyptic scene of the horrific tsunami destroying everything.

Without a moment's hesitation, Xiao Yi and the others sped into the small, single-person survival chamber. Xiao Yi's eyes gleamed with determination. He sprinted toward the chamber, each stride long and heavy, as if racing against time. His heartbeat raced, his breathing quickened and heavy, yet his movements remained unfazed. The others, like Xiao Yi, wore a look of intense concentration. Their eyes were fixed on the survival chamber, as if it were their only hope. Some shouted to their companions as they ran, urging them to hurry. Xiao Yi arrived first, yanking open the chamber's hatch and diving in without hesitation. Others followed, their movements expertly and swiftly, without a single slouch. Once inside, they immediately fastened their seatbelts and checked the various equipment for proper function. Some, their hands trembling with nervousness, failed several times, but they suppressed their fear and managed to maintain composure. Some people even bumped into the bulkhead in their haste, but ignored the pain and continued to prepare for survival. The whole process was tense and orderly, with everyone racing against time, knowing that even a second of delay could mean the end of their lives.

"Hurry! Don't dawdle!" a cry echoed amidst the chaos. The voice was sharp and rapid, like a sharp arrow piercing through the cacophony of background noise, reaching every ear distinctly. The speaker's throat felt as if it were on fire, his voice raspy and seared. His facial muscles were contorted with intense tension, veins bulging on his forehead, and his eyes widened with anxiety and urgency. As he shouted, he waved his arms, the paths they traced through the air filled with power and urgency. He leaned forward, legs slightly bent, poised to rush forward to help. His mouth gaped, each word forced from his chest with an irresistible force. The cry echoed through the chaotic crowd, blending with the clatter of hurried footsteps, the cries of fear, and the roar of the waves, heightening the already tense atmosphere, as if the very air itself were frozen in its urgency.

The survival chamber was cramped and enclosed, shrouded in fear. A suffocating feeling of oppression permeated the small space. The dim lights flickered in the darkness, as if ready to go out at any moment, plunging everything into endless darkness. Xiao Yi clung to the wall, seeking a sense of security from the cold metal, but his body trembled uncontrollably. His breathing was rapid and heavy, each breath like a boulder pressing down, making it difficult to inhale and exhale smoothly. His heartbeat was resounding in the silence, like a frantic drummer beating frantically within his chest. The surrounding darkness seemed to have substance, constantly pressing against him, making him feel as if he were about to be swallowed by the confined space. Sweat dripped from his forehead, stinging his eyes, but he dared not raise his hand to wipe it, fearing that any movement would trigger an unknown danger. Every time the waves crashed against the survival chamber, his heart skipped a beat, and the horrific image of the chamber being crushed and shattered surfaced in his mind. He tried to close his eyes, to escape the devastating thought, but the horrific images flashed before him with increasing clarity. Fear, like countless tiny insects, crawled freely through his body, gnawing at his nerves. His throat was parched, yet he dared not gulp down water, fearing he would run out of supplies. In this enclosed space, time seemed to stretch infinitely longer, every second a torment and torture to his soul.

Xiao Yi could clearly hear the pounding of his own heart, which formed a chilling symphony with the roar of the waves outside. His heartbeats were "bang, bang, bang," rapid and powerful, each one like a heavy hammer hitting his chest. The sound was infinitely amplified in his ears, like a drumbeat from hell, beating on his fragile nerves. And the waves outside were roaring deafeningly. The sound was like thousands of angry beasts roaring in unison, wave after wave, crashing into the survival chamber, making a dull and terrifying crash. The roar of the waves was mixed with the howling of the wind, sharp and shrill, like countless sharp blades cutting through the night sky. The loud sound of the sea water and the whistling of the wind echoed with the pounding heartbeat in Xiao Yi's chest, interweaving into a death melody full of despair and fear. This ensemble made Xiao Yi's scalp tingle. Every note was like a cold venomous snake, drilling into his mind through his ears, gnawing at his remaining courage and reason. His body tensed up involuntarily, and he covered his ears tightly with his hands, trying to block out the creepy sound, but the sound was pervasive and deeply stung his soul.