I was in Luling, Louisiana about 25 miles West of New Orleans. We didn't suffer the flooding, just two tornadoes. The first ripped a 40-pound sheet of roof tin off, and the second ten minutes later took most of the rest of the roof. Nine hours of heavy rain saw us with battery drills and 3/4" bits driven through the original hardwood floors (his house was built in the 1860s) just trying to let the water out.
We moved in with Billy's parents the next day.
96 DAYS LATER, an adjuster finally showed up. By then, the whole house was a vicious science experiment with mold a foot thick on the interior walls.
Nothing could save it ... and stupid us, we listened to the insurance company rep who told us mot to touch anything. So much could have been saved ...
My car, its uninstalled parts, and some clothes were about all I had afterwards. The real kicker was finding out that I wasn't listed as an insured on the homeowners policy.
My car survived -- my attitude, not so much.