“LACKIE!” Brandon scrambled from his spot under a truck before anyone could stop him. Sprinting to the downed man, he grabbed him under the arms, and dragged the battered and bleeding body towards the nearest cover. Hail up to the size of golf balls continued to fall around them. The sound of the ice impacting his helmet was deafening. A strike to his back by a larger object knocked the wind out of him, muffling his call for help. Another hail stone the size of a baseball struck his leg, droppin