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Jack was staring intently at the cup in his hand, his gaze revealing determination and focus. He felt his strength was like a kind of telekinesis, able to manipulate objects from a distance. He slowly attempted to make the cup float in the air and then gently spin it. Initially, the cup's movements were clumsy, nearly falling from the air several times, but as time passed, Jack became more skilled, his control becoming more precise and fluid.
During this process, Jack felt a strange connection, as if an invisible thread existed between his consciousness and the cup. With his will, the cup moved slowly in the air. However, each time he used this ability, he felt a kind of emptiness in his body, as if some energy had been depleted, needing to be replenished in other ways.
Jack began to realize that this kind of superpower was not unlimited. After each use, he needed time to recover, just like his physical or mental strength had been depleted. This made him start to think about where his ability came from, why it had such limitations, and whether he could find a way to enhance this power or use it more effectively.
Jack put down the cup, took a deep breath, and his thoughts began to try to understand this new reality. He needed to understand more about his abilities and how to use them effectively, while also learning how to maintain a balance of this energy to avoid exhausting himself excessively.
In the dimly lit supermarket, every move of Jack seemed particularly cautious. He focused his mind on the telekinesis, slowly moving a large cabinet to block the door of the storage room. He felt his energy depleting, and the sound of the cabinet scraping against the floor seemed especially harsh and eerie in the silent space.
As Jack controlled the cabinet, he felt a wave of exhaustion rising from within. His breathing became somewhat rapid, and a tired flush appeared on his face. Finally, with his effort, the cabinet successfully blocked the doorway, creating a relatively safe temporary shelter for him.
After completing the task, Jack slowly walked towards the small bonfire he had built earlier. His movements seemed somewhat lazy and heavy, clearly revealing the fatigue in his body. He squatted down and carefully added more combustible materials to the bonfire, such as old newspapers and wooden blocks, to ensure that the flames could continue burning for a longer time.
As Jack gazed at the leaping flames in the bonfire, his heart was filled with uncertainty and confusion about the future. But at this moment, his thoughts seemed to be temporarily emptied, and he simply enjoyed the warmth and brightness brought by the firelight in silence. He decided to rest here for the night, gathering strength for the challenges ahead.
Jack curled up by the fire, lying on a makeshift bed made of old newspapers. He closed his eyes and let the fatigue take away his consciousness. He knew that tomorrow would bring a new challenge, and he needed to rest fully to face whatever might happen. In this desolate world, he had to be strong, for survival, and to find other survivors. Jack's breathing gradually slowed, and he eventually fell into a deep sleep.
Not long after, in the darkness, Jack slowly woke from his slumber. He felt every muscle in his body protesting from lying on the hard, cold floor for so long. His neck was stiff, and there was a slight pain with every movement. In this small storage room, besides his breathing and occasional rustling, it was almost completely silent.
Jack propped himself up with his hands and slowly sat up, feeling around. His fingers finally touched the cold flashlight, sensing its familiar metallic texture. His fingers trembled as he pressed the switch, and the flashlight's light instantly pierced through the surrounding darkness, illuminating his environment.
The flashlight's beam inspected the campfire, revealing a pile of ashes occasionally emitting faint wisps of smoke, indicating that the fire had been extinguished for some time. He gently blew on it, dispersing the ashes to prevent any embers from reigniting.
Jack stood up, stretched his weary body, and then illuminated the storage room with a flashlight. His eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness as he began to search for any items that could be useful. His heart was filled with uncertainty, but at the same time, there was a hint of curiosity to explore the unknown. He had to continue moving forward, searching for a way out, finding a way to survive. In this desolate and dangerous world, Jack could only rely on his own strength and wisdom to survive.
Sitting in the dim storage room, Jack repeatedly contemplated his next plan. In the corner of this desolate world, time seemed to stand still, and the clock on the wall remained frozen in an eternal moment, without any movement. Jack's gaze lingered on the silent clock, feeling the stagnation of time and the uncertainty of life.
Hunger drove him, Jack took out a few pieces of biscuits from the shopping basket. Each dry and tasteless bite of the biscuit seemed to remind him of how difficult his current situation was. He chewed on, despite each bite offering little solace. After finishing the biscuits, he urgently opened a bottle of mineral water. The cool flow seemed to inject a bit of vitality into his body, slightly restoring his spirit.
He stood up and walked to the window of the storeroom, looking out into the dark world of the supermarket through the small glass window. Everything outside was shrouded in darkness, a world without any source of light, making him feel deeply lonely and uneasy. He was acutely aware that surviving in this desolate world would require more than just food and water. He needed a safer and more stable shelter, and a reliable power source to sustain the most basic needs of life.
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