“The block is pretty much a ghost town,” he said. “Only two families left are the Tiberons and us. Perry’s tryin’ to wait it out. He and Squirrel are holed up over there with a generator and plenty of provisions.”
move or arrange oneself in a comfortable and cozy position
Despite what was going on outside, Shadow was calm. I nestled on the floor beside him and rambled, “Miz Moran says everything’s gonna be fine, so don’t you worry...."
“That big tree that was in my backyard musta fell,” she said, and she began tugging at the refrigerator. Together, we moved it, opened the service porch door, and peered out through the window in the rickety back door.
I was pissed. “You are one dead dog,” I said as I leaped through the air and grabbed his neck. “Saint, stoppit! Not like he knew what he was doing. He’s just an animal! Hopefully the water will recede and we’ll be outta here tomorrow.”
For as far as we could see, water was everywhere. Fallen trees were on their sides. Roofs and huge parts of houses were gone. Cars were turned belly-up. Garbage and debris floated.
“I thought you guys were still at your house,” I told the Tiberons between gulps of water. “We were,” Squirrel replied, “until it became apparent that the only sapient choice was to surrender the abode.”