we came in, hunkered down. shawna was on the ground, crying. >> i was hysterical. >> what did it sound like at the time? >> it was loud. >> there was a lot of crashing. i remember all of the crashing and banging and whirling. >> stuff we thought was coming through the wall. >> reporter: so many in the abaco islands lived through hours that resemble a horror movie, exposed to winds that topped 250 miles per hour, like tornadoes touching down every minute. >> words can't describe it. i don't wish it on nobody. nobody has words to describe it. you could never categorize this, never. it was like atomic bomb went off. >> reporter: residents tell me their little island paradise is unrecognizable even to them. they're resourceful and self reliant, they say, but they