~Julie~
I was glad that Paul did not try to talk me into leaving the shelter. I was like butter in his hands and I hated the look of pain whenever I told him I was not ready to be by his side. It was strange, because I did want to be with him all the time. My mind would wander to where he was, what he was doing, if he was thinking of me, but something else inside me was still screaming at me that my place was at the shelter.
The sound of the protestors outside still floated in through the window, even though they seemed to be dying down. "We need a plan." Elliot said, breaking through the silence. "Someone is killing the residents at the shelter and I am tired of waiting around to see who they will pick off next."
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, although what could we do? It
