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

Li Luo, Shi Xinxin, Zhou Mei, Chai Yutong and other girls were like lively and playful elves, busily shuttling back and forth among the survivors.

Their smiles are like the sun breaking through the clouds in spring, soft and warm. Wherever they go, the haze melts away quietly like ice and snow meeting the sun.

Li Luo leaned over and gently draped a thick cotton coat on the shoulders of an injured woman, and his fingers inadvertently touched the woman's trembling body.

The coolness seemed to penetrate into her heart through her fingertips. She tightened the woman's collar, hoping that this would dispel the coldness from her body.

Shi Xinxin was like a happy little deer, bouncing and busying herself among the crowd. The food in her hands exuded an enticing aroma. Her eyes were full of concern, and she kept muttering:

"Everyone, eat quickly. Only when you are full will you have strength."

Zhou Mei and Chai Yutong cooperated tacitly, one carefully tidied the child's clothes, and the other gently soothed the frightened eyes.

Their movements were skillful and gentle, and every detail revealed their care for the survivors.

Although the other members of the Fire Team did not say much, their steel-like determination was a silent but powerful force. While people were enjoying the warmth and care, they also deeply understood that they had such a group of reliable guardians by their side, building a solid safety line for them to resist the dangers that might come at any time in this doomsday.

At this moment, the survivors stood there, their eyes full of shock and disbelief, as if everything before their eyes was just a beautiful dream they had imagined in despair.

A middle-aged man with a hunched back and a weathered face slowly raised his trembling hand. The blue veins on his hand were like cracks on dry land, telling of the hardships of the past.

His fingers slowly stretched out towards the food, his movements slow and cautious, for fear that everything before his eyes was just an illusion that would shatter with the slightest touch.

Next to her, a woman with hair as messy as dead grass took the clothes with hands trembling like leaves in the wind.

She hugged the clothes tightly in her arms, as if she wanted to melt them into her body. Tears flashed in her eyes, and she murmured to herself:

"Is this really for us? Is this real?"

The young girl named Xiaoyan stood in the crowd, her eyes red and her hands trembling slightly as she took the warm food.

The warmth spread from the palm of my hand to the bottom of my heart, dispelling the coldness that had been lingering in my heart for a long time.

Her eyes were filled with gratitude and astonishment, tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice was choked with sobs:

"Am I dreaming? Are these really for us?"

She looked up at Li Luo and the members of the Blazing Team, her eyes full of gratitude and surprise. "We all thought we were abandoned by the world, living in fear and uncertainty every day. Unexpectedly, you showed up when we were most desperate, and brought these life-saving supplies."

"Thank you, thank you!" Xiaoyan could no longer suppress her inner emotions. Tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her thin cheeks.

These two simple words were filled with the most sincere and intense emotions from the depths of her soul. Her voice was hoarse from crying, but the gratitude was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present.

The other survivors also came to their senses, and for a moment, voices of "thank you" rose one after another, echoing in this space that was originally filled with despair and silence.

These voices interweave together like a passionate hymn, penetrating the darkness and haze of the end of the world and illuminating everyone's heart.

The children hugged the food tightly, their eyes sparkling with long-lost innocence and joy. Their pure smiles were like bright stars in the darkness, making people feel a glimmer of hope in this doomsday.

The adults stroked the clothes, murmured words of gratitude, and a long-lost glow bloomed on their weathered faces, which was the desire for life and a glimmer of hope for the future.

Li Luo and the members of the Fire Team watched it all quietly with smiles on their faces, their hearts filled with satisfaction and a sense of mission.

In the intervals of distributing supplies, the two sides had a simple exchange. Although it was just a few words, it made them understand each other better and also added a bit of warmth and tacit understanding to this encounter in the end times.

After the survivors finished their food and their strength recovered a little, the originally heavy and depressing atmosphere also dissipated a little.

Li Luo's expression became more and more solemn, like the calm before the storm.

She knew very well that at this moment she had to uncover the tragic experiences of these survivors. Those were scars hidden deep in the darkness. Even though she couldn't bear to touch them, she had to uncover them.

Li Luo slowly walked towards Xiaoyan, gently squatted down, looked at her firmly and gently, and spoke in a gentle but unquestionable voice:

"Xiao Yan, I noticed that many of you have scars all over your bodies, and they don't look like they were left in battle... What happened? Can you tell us? Don't worry, since we are here, we will definitely not stand idly by and will definitely help you get justice."

When Xiaoyan heard Li Luo's words, her face, which had finally calmed down, was instantly distorted by pain and fear, as if she was dragged into the abyss by the devil again.

Her lips began to tremble violently, her hands subconsciously clutched the corners of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turned white from the force, and her body began to tremble slightly unconsciously.

After a long while, Xiaoyan seemed to have squeezed out all the courage from the depths of her soul, and opened her lips with difficulty, her voice filled with endless fear and grief:

"It's... it's that damn [Youlong Gang]! They did it all!"

"At the beginning of the apocalypse, my family wanted to hide at home to survive the disaster, but these demons were rampaging in the city, searching for survivors from house to house. We had no power to resist, and were roughly captured and imprisoned like lambs to be slaughtered. Those inhuman beasts... not only did they wantonly rob us of the food and precious clean water that we had worked so hard to find, but they also... they also touched us and abused us at will..."

When Xiaoyan said this, her eyes were filled with tears of humiliation and anger, and her voice was choked with sobs.

She took a deep breath and continued:

"There was a sister who was tortured in every way until she died in front of everyone just to protect the pitiful amount of food for her child. The shrill screams are still echoing in my ears..."

After saying this, Xiaoyan could no longer hold back her tears, which burst out from her eyes.

She raised her hands and covered her mouth tightly, trying desperately to suppress her sorrowful cries.