Catching our breath in the second villa, that incredible horrifying wind noise was immediately back. Screeching beyond auditory limits, there was no build up this time, just instant terror, gut wrenching screaming wind.
But there was something different about the rebirth, something strange. As we huddled in the new villa's closet, there was a new direction for the sound. It was coming from the southern wall. The winds were now coming from the opposite direction!
The barrage of projectiles on the villa were worse than the first pass of the eye wall. There were larger sounds, thuds and explosions that rocked the building. Even with the hail of objects against the villa, being together in the small quarters
gave everyone a sense of comfort for the first time in hours.
We stayed cramped in the closet while the wind wailed. Continuous cracking and thumping against the villa walls became the norm. We stayed silently in our small safety zone as the tumultuous conditions continued.
As time went on, gradually the noise outside began to slow down. When this was mentioned there was a collective sigh of relief. We could breath again. Shortly we began to feel at ease enough to talk while the worst of the winds kept winding down.
At first we exchanged small talk in this completely lightless closet. A few jokes were made to lighten the mood, but the tension was still filling the small space. Not being able to take it any longer, the cook broke down and began to cry. Chest deep cries, hard sobbing cries. The stress of the last 7 hours had taken their toll on all of us, she was just the first to express it.
We tried our best to comfort her in the darkness. She finally regained her composure and breathlessly said that her little girl was home alone back at their house.
We were dumbstruck.
Parts 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 and 1
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