Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

The whole person seemed to be in endless darkness, unable to find a glimmer of hope.

Her hands tightly grasped the armrests of the seat, her knuckles turning white from the exertion, as if that was her only support in this terrifying world.

There were still traces of tears on the woman's face, and her body was shaking constantly, as helpless as a leaf in the wind.

Thinking back to the battle with the zombies just now, the scene was still vivid in her mind, making her terrified.

When the zombies rushed in like a raging tide and desperately grabbed at the car windows, she felt an unprecedented fear suddenly surge in her heart.

The fear was like a cold tide that instantly drowned her.

Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand and almost stopped beating.

However, the instinct for survival ignited like a flame at this critical moment.

She had to muster up her courage and hold the iron rod tightly in her hand, as if it was her last straw in this terrifying world.

She clenched her teeth and stared at the hideous zombies with her eyes fixed, with an unyielding fire burning in her eyes.

She swung the iron rod vigorously with both hands and smashed it hard at the zombies near the car window.

Every swing was accompanied by her roaring with all her might.

The roar seemed to be a cry from the depths of the soul, as if to vent all the fear in the heart.

However, the number of zombies was so great that it was despairing.

Her attack seemed so insignificant in the face of this huge tide of zombies.

But she did not dare to pause for the moment and continued to repeat the action of swinging the stick frantically, even though her arms were so sore that she almost lost consciousness.

She felt that she was like a lonely leaf in a storm, helpless and insignificant.

Now, although the battle is over, the unforgettable fear still follows her like a shadow, tightly entangling her.

I made it through this time, but what about next time?

What if she isn't so lucky next time?

The woman kept questioning whether she could really survive in this doomsday world, and she was filled with worries about the future.

She began to doubt the significance of this journey and even had the idea of ​​escaping and giving up.

However, there are many people who have the same idea as women.

Ordinary people like them have always been too well protected.

But this sudden battle was like a heavy hammer, hitting their fragile hearts hard.

As they looked at the tragic scene before them, the fear in their hearts spread like wild weeds.

Some people huddled tightly in a corner, their eyes empty and confused, as if they were bodies without souls.

Their bodies were shaking slightly like frightened rabbits.

They don't know what the future will be like, they only know that the fear at the moment makes them unable to move.

Some people sobbed quietly and muttered to themselves, not knowing whether they were expressing their fear of fate or their despair for the future.

Their tears fell like beads from a broken string, wetting their clothes.

They once thought that in this doomsday, as long as they had the protection of people with special powers, they would be safe.

However, this battle made them deeply realize that the cruelty of doomsday was far beyond their imagination, and the road ahead was full of endless dangers and uncertainties.

"This is too scary! Can we really reach our destination alive?" A young woman's trembling voice sounded in the carriage, her words full of fear and confusion.

Her voice was like a leaf in the wind, fragile and helpless.

"Don't worry, didn't we do it? We also relied on our own abilities to resist the zombies!" a middle-aged man comforted.

There was a hint of determination in his voice, trying to bring some courage to those around him.

However, his slightly flickering eyes revealed his inner uneasiness.

Although he said it lightly, he knew very well in his heart that the road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers, and no one could guarantee that they would reach their destination safely.

His voice was a little trembling, but he still tried his best to appear calm and give some confidence to those around him.

"But this is just the beginning. How many more dangers like this will we encounter in the future? Can we really survive it?" another person said worriedly.

There was despair in his voice, as if he could not see the direction of the future.

"We can't give up like this. We have to believe in ourselves and believe that we can reach our destination alive." A young man said firmly.

His eyes were full of hope, like a bright light in the darkness.

Everyone fell silent, their hearts filled with contradictions and uneasiness.

In this doomsday world, how should they choose?

Should we keep moving forward or choose to escape?

.........

At this time, the people who had gradually recovered from the previous battle, under the leadership of Zhao Gang and other core members of the Hope Base, began to clean up the battlefield and inspect the vehicles.

Most people had solemn expressions and their movements were heavy and slow, as if every movement carried endless fatigue and worry.

They carefully dug out the zombies' crystal cores. Those crystal cores that sparkled with strange light were like special trophies of this brutal battle, but they also filled people's hearts with complex emotions.

There is a sense of relief for the victory of the battle, but also worry about the unknown challenges in the future.

Then, they piled the zombies' bodies together and prepared to burn them.

The mountains of zombie corpses, emitting a disgusting stench, constantly reminded people of the thrilling battle they had just experienced.

During the entire cleaning process, the atmosphere was not overwhelmingly depressing.

Some people remained silent, immersed in the aftermath of the battle, depressed, as if shrouded in a layer of haze.

Some people were talking in low voices, and although their voices were tired, they also showed their emotion of victory.

"Hey, I didn't expect we would actually make it through."

"Yes, but I don't know what the road ahead will be like."

Their words were like throwing a few pebbles into the heavy atmosphere, causing slight ripples.

At the same time, auto repair technicians began to inspect the vehicles.

They surrounded the vehicle, carefully checking every part with focused and serious expressions.

The vehicle also suffered some damage during the battle, and maintenance work is crucial at this moment.

Some people were knocking on the vehicle with tools to determine the extent of the damage; others were checking the vehicle's power system to ensure it could continue to move forward.

Their movements were skillful and orderly, as if they were building a solid bridge for the next journey.

This battle made them deeply realize the cruelty of doomsday. That cruelty was like an icy sharp blade that pierced deeply into everyone's heart.