In this inky darkness, Xiao Yi was like a frozen statue, quietly lost in deep thought.
His eyes wandered into the void, his thoughts running wild like a wild horse. He began to ponder his fate, filled with twists and turns and uncertainties. From his once ordinary and peaceful life, he was instantly thrown into the vortex of this apocalyptic world. Every step he took was on the brink of life and death. Was there still a glimmer of hope in the future that could illuminate his path?
He thought of his repeated escapes from zombies, leaving scars all over his body and soul. Was this journey a trick of fate, or was it driven by some unknown mission? He couldn't help but ask himself, what was the meaning of his existence in this crumbling world?
Then, his thoughts turned to the future of the world. He imagined that if the zombie threat could never be eliminated, the earth would be shrouded in darkness forever. Would human civilization be completely annihilated? Or would a miracle happen, allowing the world to return to its former prosperity and harmony?
Xiao Yi thought, maybe one day, people will find a way to completely eliminate the zombies and rebuild their homes. Children will laugh under the blue sky again, the fields will be filled with golden rice ears again, and the city lights will light up again. But all this seems so far away.
He also considered that perhaps humanity would ultimately be unable to overcome this disaster, and the world would fall into eternal silence, leaving only ruins and desolation. And how long could he hold on in this apocalypse? Could he be that faint ray of hope, guiding others?
During this long meditation, Xiao Yi's heart was full of contradictions and confusion, but at the same time, there was a glimmer of firm belief flickering in the darkness, that is, no matter what, he would not give up easily. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would fight with all his might for himself and for the world. After spending a difficult time in the air-raid shelter, Xiao Yi clearly felt some changes in his body. At first, his limbs were as heavy as lead, and every movement took a lot of effort. But as time passed quietly, he could feel the strength returning to his body little by little.
He went from being able to sit up with difficulty to being able to slowly pace around the air-raid shelter; from being able to eat only a little to sustain his life to being able to eat and digest food normally. With every deep breath, he could feel his lungs being able to hold more air; with every stretch, the soreness in his muscles gradually eased.
Finally, Xiao Yi felt that he had regained some strength and was no longer the weak man who had difficulty even standing up. However, in the process of gradual recovery, his heart also changed.
He realized he couldn't hide in this dark, damp air-raid shelter forever. While it was temporarily safe, it wasn't a permanent solution. The outside world was fraught with danger, but if he continued to hunker down here, he would only slowly run out of supplies and eventually die.
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