Xiao Yi sat quietly in the RV, observing the movements outside. He knew that these young men would not give up easily and would definitely attack again. But he was not afraid. He believed that he had the ability to protect his RV and that the world would eventually belong to those who truly worked hard to survive.
Deep beneath the rocks, a group of them silently dug a deep pit. There, far from the scorching sun above, it felt like a hidden world. They swung their shovels, scooping up handfuls of sand and soil, their sweat mingling with the dirt, a scene of arduous yet resolute effort.
The pit stretched endlessly downward, like a portal to another world. Every time someone shoveled dirt, grains of sand fell, a rustling sound that echoed among the empty stones, adding a touch of loneliness and desolation.
Despite occasional sandstorms from above, and even the occasional warning of loose rocks and impending collapse, they remained undeterred. They knew that only here could they temporarily escape the scorching 70-degree heat outside and find a glimmer of cool comfort.
As the pit was dug, the temperature gradually became comfortable. Although the air was a little humid and even a little stuffy, compared to the suffocating heat outside, this place was already a paradise.
They sat together at the bottom of the pit, resting against the wall. Fatigue was written all over their faces, but determination gleamed in their eyes. They knew the world had become cruel and unforgiving, and only through constant effort and digging could they find a glimmer of hope for survival.
In this doomsday, they are like a group of tenacious pioneers, using their own hands and sweat to search for sparks of hope in despair.
The desert, this endless yellow ocean, exudes a suffocating, terrifying atmosphere. The sun hangs high, baking the sky a brilliant blue, yet not a cloud shields the glare. Like countless sharp blades, the sun relentlessly slices through every inch of the land, scorching the sand until even the air seems on fire.
Beneath my feet lay the soft sand dunes. Stepping down, the sand slid down my ankles, seemingly swallowing me whole. The grains of sand were fine and sharp, dancing wildly in the wind like a herd of hungry beasts, roaring and biting, attempting to tear apart any obstacle that stood in their way.
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