The more capable people had already started preparing, using whatever tools they had at home to reinforce their windows.
It might not be very effective, but it was better than nothing. Besides, their minds wouldn't be at ease if they did nothing at all.
Many people spent that night consumed by worry.
Around seven or eight in the morning, after watching variety shows for a few hours, Stella Sterling's eyes felt a little dry. She put down her phone and looked out the window.
The hail was still coming down, a relentless THUMPING sound. She just glanced down at the complex below and saw that the snowy ground was now a pockmarked mess.
The snow had been falling for so long that it had long since packed down into thick, solid ice. You could probably jump up and down on it without any problem.
But now, the snowy surface was covered in holes smashed out by the hailstones.
