By 2:30 in the afternoon, the group, napping through the storm, was abruptly jolted awake by the sound of violent impacts.

Hope Newton’s bed was closest to the window, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the chaos outside: wind howling, debris flying, and dark storm clouds pressing down like a black blanket over everything.

“The weather’s turning,” she muttered, shaking off the last remnants of sleep. She quickly threw on a jacket and rushed to secure the window that rattled violently in the wind.

The others were stirring as well. Quinn tried to close another window, but it seemed to have a life of its own, thrashing wildly....