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The materials they give you for this Pizzeria are more like cardboard than wood. Your shovel digs through the cabinet like paper. You have some nails and supplies in the Office...
Using the noise to your advantage, you lay the fresh-pulled plank over the window, and the wind from outside takes hold and slams it-and you with it, backwards.
The turbulence of the storm would tear the Window barricade open in an hour tops. For now...
Well, aside from the extreme, extreme property damage... You consider as you sit up-
The Shadow is gone. The Vacuum is stationary. The Canine is in the Hallway, hopefully past the Gate.
As far as you can tell, unless more trees fall or something from the Wood breaks in... You're safe.
Nothing has hurt you, and a part of the Hive sparks up at the idea that, generally speaking, you have developed a sense of control over the Night.
An Hour passes, and ... well, aside from guaranteed wood rot from the roofing you have that isn't tarp, nothing happens. No strange noises, and the storm is too heavy to see if anything is hunting you from the Wood.