"Finally, I have a moment of tranquility to reassess my gains," Jin muttered under his breath, taking a bite of a crisp apple as he settled into the chair.
His trusty M4 rifle was slung across his back, a comforting weight reminding him of his preparedness.
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The once-bright and invigorating air of the world gradually transformed into a dusky haze, the warmth of the sun intensifying as it ascended toward its zenith.
Located far away from the Zhongyuan apartment, a rundown mini-mart stood in a state of desolation and disarray.
The security shutters were pierced and in disarray, leaving only the upper part intact, filtering the sunlight into the store while broken glass shards littered the ground below.
Entering through the double glass doors, now devoid of their panes, one had to exercise caution to avoid being impaled by a long iron pole jutting menacingly from the ceiling.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!