With one day left until the apocalypse, a tense atmosphere hung over the safe house like a heavy gloom. Su Yao's family raced against time, using the opportunity of their upgraded spatial abilities to reinforce the safe house; every action was a matter of life and death.
Dad took the lead, lifting a heavy metal plate weighing several tens of kilograms. His face turned red, veins bulged on his forehead, and the muscles in his arms bulged from the effort, like hard rocks. He laboriously moved the metal plate to the window, where it slammed heavily against the frame with a "bang." Then, he picked up the welding machine. Blue sparks flashed before his eyes, and a pungent smell filled the air. He skillfully manipulated the welding torch, welding the metal plate to the window frame. Sparks splattered onto his hands and clothes, but he seemed oblivious, his eyes focused as if he were a craftsman sculpting a masterpiece.
Mom wasn't idle either; she assisted Dad. She pulled with all her might a thick hemp rope, leaving red marks on her hands. Her brow was furrowed, but she didn't relax for a moment. She threaded the rope through holes in the metal plate, then wrapped it several times around the legs of a nearby piece of furniture, pulling it tight, each knot tying itself firmly. Her fingers moved nimbly through the rope, as if weaving a lifeline. Next, she picked up a hammer and nails, nailing smaller planks between the furniture pieces to further reinforce the obstacle. The sound of the hammer striking the nails echoed in the safe house, each strike like a war drumbeat in an apocalyptic world.
Su Yao focused intently on utilizing her spatial abilities. Standing in the center of the safe house, her hands slightly raised, eyes closed, fine beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. Her mental energy, like invisible threads, weaved and danced through the space. With her will, defensive node materials slowly materialized within the space. She carefully placed these nodes in key corners of the safe house; with a gentle touch of her finger, the nodes released a soft glow that spread along the walls, floor, and ceiling, weaving intricate patterns. Su Yao's lips trembled slightly; she was deeply communicating with her spatial abilities, ensuring the defensive network had no loopholes. Her brow furrowed at times, then relaxed, as if she were working with a mysterious partner on a daunting task.
The whole family was immersed in the intense work of reinforcing the safe house. There were no superfluous words, only actions and glances. Their figures moved busily in the dimly lit safe house, every movement, every drop of sweat carrying the desire for survival and the protection of their family. The Su family dared not slacken their efforts; they continued to improve the safe house's defenses. The father installed some simple alarm devices on the doors and windows, which would sound if any zombie touched them. The mother stocked up on more water and food inside, just in case. Su Yao organized the supplies in the space, placing weapons and medicine in easily accessible locations, and also prepared some emergency lighting equipment in case of a power outage.
As time passed, the atmosphere of the apocalypse grew increasingly intense. Protected by spatial abilities, the safe house resembled an isolated island in a storm. Su Yao's family sat together, their faces showing exhaustion, but their eyes were filled with determination. They knew that tomorrow would be the official arrival of the apocalypse, but they were prepared; their spatial abilities were their trump card.
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