Families had only minutes to react. Sirens wailed, skies blackened, and a “routine” storm mutated into a violent threat that sent an entire region scrambling for survival. Streets vanished under sheets of rain. Windows rattled. Power died. Inside cramped shelters, strangers clutched each other’s hands and waited, praying the worst was
They watched the sky turn from gray to a bruised, violent darkness, the kind that makes you feel small and exposed. The alerts on their phones weren’t just warnings; they were ultimatums: move now, or risk everything. Parents grabbed children, neighbors banged on each other’s doors, and within minutes living rooms became makeshift bunkers as the storm roared over B.
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