PART 3 :) (yes, I know I'm slow)

Here's the last paragraph of part 2:

We all repeated Our Purpose as missionaries, Doctrine and Covenants Section 4, and the Standard of Truth to keep us calm and sane. After a few minutes, we checked the water level to see that it had not risen any more! I think after that we were able to relax slightly and then focus on how we were each doing. A few of the sisters had gone into shock. We gathered around them to keep them warm and awake. With the wind blowing, the rain still coming down strong, and being soaked, many of us were starting to shiver uncontrollably. We had no idea how long the storm would last. After a little while, we rearranged so that we were all laying down, hugging our companions and back to back with the next companionship, as close as we could. I think we laid there for at least two hours. We would occasionally check the water level and our surroundings for signs of any change.

And to continue:

After a while, the winds died down a little and the water began to recede. We could see people on the roofs of other houses and a tall school a little distance away. There were some men inside that saw us and they made their way over to us, wading through the water. They stacked some tables and an ironing board to reach the roof, and they helped us jump on down. Before we went into the water, a few of the sisters went back inside the apartment to find us some shoes. Luckily, the before the storm had started, we had brought all our shoes inside---most of them rubber shoes so they floated. :) We used a rope to all stay together and warn each other of any debris. Unfortunately, one of the sisters cut her foot pretty deep on some metal from a roof, but we were able to wrap it up with a T-shirt to stop the bleeding for a while. Inside, the school was packed with people. I actually recognized a few people that I've taught. Their houses were completely swept away. Absolutely nothing left.

We waited inside the school for maybe 15-20 minutes before a few of the children called out to us,"Your elders are here! Your elders are here!" We ran to the window to see our APs, President Andaya, and an office elder, in their proselyting clothes. I have never been so happy to see white shirts and ties in my life. They found a chair to carry the sister who cut her foot, and then broke back into our apartment to open the front door, so we could return later to salvage stuff.

We made our way through the water and debris with a rope, everyone walking single file. As we reached the main road, there was a giant tall pile of debris to climb up and over. Looking around, the fog had cleared so we could see out into the ocean and around for a while. It looked like the end of the world. There were some other people climbing the debris piles too, either frantically searching for food and supplies, or slowly walking like zombies in shock. The mission home wasn't too far away. When we got there, the office elders and STLs had already begun the cleanup process of the mission home. The mission home had flooded only 6 feet, so we wanted to clean out the mud that had settled so the missionaries had somewhere to gather. We worked until dark cleaning the floors and setting up sleeping arrangements before the sun set. We slept sitting on the couches. Stinky!