The smile that inadvertently appeared at the corners of the mouth was like touching the outline of happiness in a dream, bringing endless satisfaction and comfort.

Some others, however, sat there upright like pine trees, their eyes fixed on the endless distance outside the car window.

Their eyes were shining with ardent and bright anticipation, just like the rising sun penetrating through the clouds in the early morning, and the light was filled with longing for the Jinling base.

They knew very well that this was the last leg of this great migration, and the next stop of the convoy would be the holy place in their hearts - Jinling Base.

It holds all their beautiful fantasies about the future and is the harbor of hope they are heading for despite all the hardships in this doomsday.

At the thought of stepping into that land full of hope, endless strength surged in their hearts, enough to enable them to fearlessly face any challenges ahead.

That firm look seemed to declare their determination and belief to the world.

.........

Along the way, the convoy seemed to be blessed by fate and entered City N smoothly.

This feeling was a mixture of excitement, anticipation and peace of mind, and it gently and tightly enveloped everyone in the convoy.

Everyone's face was filled with joy, just like the flowers blooming in spring, which made people feel warm at first sight.

Li Luo was also infected by the atmosphere and felt particularly happy.

She whispered to herself, "Finally, we're almost home!"

There was a little excitement and anticipation in that voice.

Her gaze slowly moved out of the car window, and the originally blurry outline of the city gradually became clear.

Every contour and every ups and downs were so familiar to her, as if they were engraved on her heart.

The buildings in City N have been torn apart by time and disasters, like a tattered and weathered old painting.

The painting depicts both the glory of the past and the misery of the present.

Those tall buildings were once the pride of human civilization, but now they have been torn down by fate.

Some have collapsed completely, leaving only piles of broken bricks and tiles, scattered lonely around the city, like the bones of giant beasts forgotten by time, so desolate to look at.

They lay there, as if recalling the past bustle, and as if sighing over the present decline.

Some buildings still stand stubbornly in their original places, but they are covered with scars.

The dense cracks are like sharp swords, cutting straight from the top of the building to the root.

Those are deep scars left by time and disasters. Every crack seems to whisper the thrilling stories that have been experienced, including glorious moments and painful struggles.

The glass curtain walls of most buildings have long been shattered, leaving only empty window frames, like a pair of lifeless eyes, staring at the changes of this city.

When the strong wind whistled past, it passed through the window frames, making a low "woooo" sound, as if it was playing a sad song of the end of the world.

Most of the trees on both sides of the street have completely withered and died under the dual ravages of the endless disasters and extreme climate of the end of the world.

The remaining dry branches stretched out towards the lead-gray sky, like a pair of arms filled with despair, silently questioning God why he had ravaged this land to such a state.

The once sturdy trunk has now become dry and brittle, and can be broken with a slight bend.

The bark peeled off in large flakes, revealing the rotten wood inside, as if it were a body that had been drained of life.

But in this dead silence that seems like a forbidden place of death, there are miracles of life that flicker quietly like faint candlelight.

A closer look revealed that several trees had mutated after the disaster.

They thrive in the desolate city ruins with an astonishingly tenacious vitality.

The branches, which were supposed to be dull and gray, are now covered with clusters of strange leaves.

These leaves are a dark purple hue, as if they were dyed by the ink of the eternal night, and have a strange fluorescence, which makes them particularly eye-catching in the dim environment.

Their shapes are irregular, with twisted or jagged edges, stretching out wantonly and ostentatiously, as if completely ignoring the decadence and desolation of this end-of-the-world.

There seems to be a thin layer of fluff on the surface of the leaves, trembling slightly in the breeze, as if resisting external invasion.

Against the gray background, the dark purple color appears even more mysterious and eerie, as if it is a life signal from another world.

Like mysterious flags of life, they dance proudly in the gloomy wind, painting an extremely rare touch of vitality and a totem of hope for this abandoned city that seems to be sinking into the abyss of death.

These dots of purple are like the only enchanting star in the deep night sky. Although the halo is faint, it is enough to make people's hearts palpitate, and truly feel the unyielding backbone and tenacious soul of life. It also allows people who are trapped in the quagmire of despair to vaguely catch a glimmer of hope at dawn.

When the breeze blows gently, these mutated leaves rub against each other, making a strange "rustling" sound, as if they were communicating their survival wisdom, or as if they were announcing their existence and tenacity to the world around them.

It is worth mentioning that the appearance of City N is completely different from the cities they have passed by before.

Although this place is also a ruin after being swept by a disaster, it is much better in comparison.

The roads were surprisingly clean, with no obstacles everywhere. The zombies and mutated plants and animals that were common in other places were nowhere to be seen here, as if the city was guarded by a mysterious force.

Although there are some cracks and potholes on the road surface, it is relatively flat compared to other places.

Although the drainage manhole covers on the roadside are a bit crooked, they still stand firm in their positions, as if telling the rigor and standardization of the city's construction in the past.

All of this is thanks to the unremitting and hard work of the Jinling base personnel day after day.

The tasks officially issued by the base are rich and complex. Among them, searching for supplies is the top priority, which is related to the lifeblood and subsequent development of the base.

In addition, daily routine tasks are also indispensable, such as hunting zombies and eliminating those zombies wandering in corners of the city and threatening people's lives.

Eradicate dangerous mutated plants and animals. These strange creatures created by disasters often carry unknown and deadly dangers and must be eradicated in a timely manner.

There is also the cleaning work of the main roads, which requires clearing away all the debris and obstacles accumulated on the roads, whether they are huge concrete blocks formed by building collapse, or abandoned vehicles and broken lamp poles scattered everywhere.

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