Gradually, everyone realized the situation was not what they had hoped.
If relief supplies were being distributed, based on past experiences, the sound of a non-stop broadcast would have echoed long ago. But now, there was only silence.
With this realization, the hope in their eyes slowly dimmed, replaced by a deathly stillness. Even their cries for help grew fainter.
But many on the rooftops refused to give up. They continued to shout. Some who were closer to the ground floor ran downstairs to call for help. Others wrote a massive "SOS" in the snow or waved red clothes frantically.
Even if they weren't official rescuers, anyone who could fly a helicopter in times like these was no ordinary person.
They just hoped the people above would be kind enough to spare them some food.
"Gordon, down there... it looks like a lot of people are calling for our help!"
Aboard the helicopter, the handsome, sunny-looking man sitting near the edge spoke as he watched the people below.
