The cyclone hit around midnight.
Winds. Lightning. Tornadoes.
Floods and fires.
A storm surge rolled across the city, smashing buildings and dragging debris out to sea.
Thousands died, thousands more missing and presumed dead.
Hospitals filled up, the bloody and broken spilled out in parking lots.
Bodies laid out in plastic, survivors walking along the rows to identify the dead.
Two couples, arguing over the smashed-up body of a child.
Both claiming it as their own. Shouting and screaming.
A nearby crewman with a chainsaw, clearing debris and fallen trees, chops it in half and orders them all to leave.