The sirens started before most people knew why. Within minutes, calm streets became a maze of flying debris, rising water, and terrified families racing for shelter. Phones lit up with Level 3 warnings, but for many, it already felt too late. As trees snapped and power lines fell, the region of B realized this storm wasn’t just anotther
In the hours that followed, the region was held in a tense grip of uncertainty. Families huddled in basements, school gyms, and makeshift shelters, listening to the howl of the wind and the distant crack of falling trees. Volunteers moved cot to cot, offering blankets, hot drinks, and the reassurance that someone was still in control, even as the sky raged outside.
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