The base was now in utter chaos. People were running frantically, their faces etched with fear and despair. Children clung to their mothers' legs, sobbing heartbreakingly. Mothers, tears streaming down their faces, struggled to pull their children along, frantically searching for safety. Elderly people stumbled, crushed by the crowd, helplessly calling out for their loved ones, their voices trembling and hoarse. Cries echoed in the streets and alleys. The wounded lay on the ground, groaning in pain. They stared up at the sky, their eyes filled with a desperate longing for life, their lips uttering faint cries for help: "Help me, help me!" The men roared in anger, trying to muster a resistance, but their voices were quickly drowned out by the chaos. The women screamed in terror, their hair disheveled and their clothes torn, but they cared nothing as they desperately tried to escape this horrific inferno. The roar of collapsing buildings and the clatter of shattering objects mingled with the cries and cries for help, forming a symphony of despair. In the chaos, someone stumbled, instantly trampled by the oncoming crowd, unable to rise again. Flames spread through the buildings, black smoke billowed into the air, and a choking odor filled the air, making it even more difficult for the already panicked people to breathe. The entire base seemed completely enveloped by the shadow of doom, and every corner was filled with endless pain and despair. The cries and cries for help, like sharp blades, pierced the hearts of every survivor.

Xiao Yi, his gaze resolute, weapon in hand, stood at the front of the survivors, shouting commands. His voice, resolute amid the chaos, gave the survivors a sense of courage. The survivors followed closely behind him, armed with whatever weapons they could find: guns, clubs, even kitchen knives. Their eyes were filled with fear, yet also with a fierce desire to survive. Facing the onrushing mutants, Xiao Yi charged forward. He pulled the trigger, firing his bullet into the giant octopus's tentacle, causing it to pause only briefly before it swung its tentacles in even greater fury. Xiao Yi dodged sideways and slashed at the tentacle, only to find his blade ineffective. The other survivors joined in the attack, but their strength was dwarfed by the powerful mutants. A massive shark charged forward, biting off half of a survivor's body in one gulp, sending blood splattering and causing screams of terror from those around them. Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and continued to lead the resistance, but the mutants continued to pour forth, gradually pushing them into a desperate situation. Desperate, Xiao Yi shouted, "Retreat!" The survivors fought and retreated, their steps stumbling, their breaths ragged, their faces smeared with a mixture of sweat and blood. Xiao Yi repeatedly turned his gun back, trying to stop the mutants' pursuit, but each attack was ineffective. They fought and retreated, weaving through narrow streets and leaping over collapsed buildings, the mutants wreaking havoc behind them. One survivor, slowed by injuries, was overtaken by the turtles and instantly crushed into a pulp. The others could only watch, powerless to do anything. Xiao Yi's eyes were red, his heart filled with anger and resentment, but he knew that at this moment, the only hope of survival was to conserve his strength. They struggled forward through the ruins, the roars and footsteps of the mutants constantly pursuing them, as if the shadow of death was always there.

Xiao Yi and the survivors leaned against the shattered base, facing the relentless, aggressive mutants. Each one of them was wounded and exhausted, their eyes filled with deep despair and helplessness. Xiao Yi gazed at the base he had once considered his home and his hope, now completely destroyed, his heart filled with pain and indignation. Some of his companions had lost loved ones, some were gravely wounded, and many more had fallen on this land forever. They had paid a heavy price to resist the mutants' attack. Countless lives had been lost, blood had stained the ground red, and corpses had piled up like a mountain. Once familiar faces were now only cold memories. However, the mutants' attack intensified, leaving Xiao Yi and his companions no chance to breathe. Xiao Yi knew that continuing to hold on to the base would only lead to their deaths. "Let's go!" Xiao Yi shouted in a hoarse voice, filled with endless pain and determination. The survivors silently turned and followed Xiao Yi, leaving the place they had once fought so hard to protect, looking back every step of the way. Carrying their few remaining supplies, they journeyed through the vast ruins. With every step, they felt the weight of the earth beneath their feet, the lives and dreams of their fallen companions. They had no idea where the future lay, or what awaited them. But they knew only by leaving could they have a glimmer of hope. And so, they embarked on this unknown journey, their figures lonesome yet determined in the afterglow of the setting sun.

On the vast ocean, a dilapidated ship drifted alone. The paint peeled from its hull, revealing rusted iron plates, as if telling of the countless storms it had endured. The men aboard were haggard, their skin roughened and darkened by the sea wind and scorching sun. Their cheeks were sunken, their eyes sunken deep into their sockets, their expressions revealing fear and uncertainty about the future. An elderly man sat at the bow, his dry lips trembling slightly as he stared blankly into the distance, as if reminiscing about better times. Beside him, a woman clutched a young child, her face tear-stained, her eyes filled with fear, filled with anxiety about the unknown journey. The young men remained silent, their veins bulging as they gripped their crude tools, as if this offered them a sense of security. Their gaze shifted between the sea and their companions, filled with anxiety about the future. The wind howled, ruffling their hair and chilling their hearts. The waves pounded relentlessly against the sides, rocking the dilapidated vessel precariously. Each jolt sent a tense throttle through the crew, fearing the fragile vessel would sink into the sea at any moment. The sky thickened with dark clouds, foreshadowing a more difficult future. Rain began to fall, pelting the people, yet no one sought shelter, seemingly numb, accustomed to the suffering. Across the vast ocean, the dilapidated vessel struggled forward, carrying its fearful and exhausted crew towards an unknown fate.

Xiao Yi stood on the edge of the deck of the dilapidated ship, the sea breeze blowing violently on his face, but he was unaware of it, his eyes fixed on the base that was gradually receding. The once familiar buildings became smaller and smaller in his sight until they became blurred outlines. Xiao Yi's eyes were filled with pain and reluctance. That was their former home, but now they could only look back at it from afar. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain. The grief and anger in his heart were like surging waves, constantly rolling. "We have lost too much..." He muttered to himself, his voice torn apart by the sea breeze. However, deep in the pain and reluctance, a flame was burning. It was a firm determination and an unyielding will. Xiao Yi took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the pain and anger into his chest and transform it into strength. "I swear," his voice was deep and powerful, as if shouting from the depths of his soul, "I must find a safe place for everyone to survive. No matter the cost, no matter how many hardships and obstacles I encounter, I will not give up." His gaze became incomparably resolute, gazing at the unknown ahead. The sea breeze howled, the waves surged, but Xiao Yi's figure was like an unshakable mountain, carrying the hopes of everyone.