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Radiation giant scorpion struggled on the ground, its huge pincers and tail thrashing violently, making a rustling sound. Each struggle seemed to be showing Jack its resilience and anger. Jack stood there, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He felt a twinge of regret for this massive creature, but he knew that for his own survival, he had to make a choice.
His gaze turned to the sign that the radiation giant scorpion had used to attack him, now deeply embedded in the wall of the opposite restaurant. Jack took a deep breath, focused his mind, and once again attempted to control that strange energy. He reached out his hands, pointing towards the sign embedded in the wall. With his will, the sign slowly pulled out of the wall and floated in the air.
The giant scorpion fiercely waved its massive pincers, the rustling sound particularly grating in the desolate wind. Each swing seemed to declare its presence and resilience to this barren world. Suddenly, a signboard shot out like a giant arrow, directly hitting its head and piercing through its entire body. Green liquid sprayed out, and giant scorpion let out a deafening scream. Its body trembled violently, writhing in agony. Its tail weakly thudded against the ground, as if protesting this sudden attack.
Giant scorpion's movements began to slow, its pincers weakly scraping the ground, attempting to remove the signboard piercing its eye. But each struggle worsened its wounds, causing green blood to flow incessantly. Its crawling speed slowed down, eventually coming to a halt.
In the last few seconds, the body of the giant scorpion gradually became still, with only a faint tremor remaining. Its huge pincers hung weakly at its sides, and its tail stopped moving. Finally, its body relaxed completely, falling to the ground with no sign of life remaining.
Jack stood there, watching as the once-threatening beast now appeared so powerless. His heart was filled with complex emotions: both surprise at his own abilities and a sense of resignation to the cruel laws of survival in this desolate world.
After the heart-pounding showdown with the giant scorpion and radiation, Jack's body felt drained of all strength, weighed down by a heavy fatigue like a leaden weight on his shoulders. His legs trembled, each step feeling like a difficult struggle in deep sand, and the sense of powerlessness made him almost want to give up.
Nevertheless, Jack knew he had to find a place of refuge. The only thought in his mind was "survive." This determination drove him unsteadily to the broken glass window of the supermarket. The scattered glass reflected a faint light, much like the fragility of hope in his heart at that moment.
He tried to cross the broken window, but his movements were clumsy and slow, as if his body no longer obeyed. As he climbed through the window, his arms and knees were occasionally scratched by sharp glass shards, and fresh blood slowly trickled down his skin. Jack hardly felt the pain, his senses seemingly numbed by fatigue.
Finally, as he barely made it into the supermarket, Jack could no longer support his body. He stumbled forward and fell to the ground in a sorry state, raising a cloud of dust. Lying there, he gasped for breath, feeling as though each breath required all his strength. His vision blurred, and distant sounds reached his ears as if from another world.
In this desolate and quiet supermarket, Jack felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness and helplessness. His body kept trembling, and every heartbeat seemed to remind him of the hardships of existing in this world. He sat down by a dilapidated shelf, trying to steady his breathing. His thoughts were chaotic, unsure of what to do next.
He closed his eyes, deeply breathing in the dust and decay in the air, filled with confusion. He knew he had to find the answers, find his new path. But at this moment, he just wanted a quiet corner to give his weary body and soul a brief rest. In this wasteland, every rest was for the next battle for survival.
In the dimly lit supermarket, Jack slowly stood up, despite feeling extremely exhausted, his survival instinct drove him to continue. Leaning against the wall, he staggered deeper into the interior of the supermarket, hoping to find some lighting tools.
The interior of the supermarket was like a forgotten world, with products scattered haphazardly on the shelves and the floor covered in dust and debris. This had once been a place where people shopped daily, but now it had become a desolate ruin. Jack thought about how when the nuclear bomb suddenly struck, people didn't have time to grab supplies, so maybe there were still things he needed here.
He stepped on broken glass and debris while feeling his way through the dusty shelves. His fingers touched various items: canned goods, plastic-wrapped food, and even a few tattered magazines. Jack felt hopeful, needing to find something that would bring light, like a lighter or a flashlight.
Finally, under a toppled shelf, Jack's fingers touched a small metal object. He carefully picked it up and upon closer inspection, discovered it was a lighter. He quickly tried to light it, and a faint spark flashed in the darkness, giving him a glimmer of hope and comfort.
Jack used the lighter's flame to illuminate the surroundings, hoping to find more useful supplies. He continued to search in the corner of the supermarket, looking for anything that could help him survive in this desolate world. Every flicker of the lighter's flame seemed to light up a guiding light in this endless darkness.
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