"The Lord opens his doors to all," came a voice from the back of the cathedral.  He was Pastor Leroy Book, the man who ran this church and delivered its sermins.  His hair was frizzed out into an afro, and he wore a clean black and white suit.  "Welcome, for I have been expecting you."  He came up closer, a friendly smile across his face.  "Please, eat your fill.  What's mine is yours, in the house of God."

He carried a rifle with him, it slung behind his back.  He simply took a seat near by, though kept his distance for their comfort.  "I'm Pastor Leroy Book.  Everything's going to be all right, you're safe now...if you would please, grab a crate of food and follow me.  The bombs will be falling tonight." 

He would take them down into the underground of the church, a large safehaven that was built as a fort in the civil war.  A long staircase led them down, deeper from the surface.  He locked the doors behind them as they entered, it was a large cavern built in stone.  There was only one exit other than the way they had come in, and it led to the sewers.  

"Please, make yourselves comfortable," he said.  "The bombs can't reach us here."

Behind him was a table with a radio on it, the current channel was broadcasting a military frequency.  The voices sounded to be in panic, as if they were in some fight somewhere else in the world.  He turned the radio off.

There were sleeping bags set up, and a few small beds.  There were also people, about a dozen.  All of them looked ragged and dirty, almost as if they were homeless.  Most slept on the beds or bags, others read.  Another was cooking food over a propane grill, eggs and bacon...and there was enough for everybody.  Erin and Elizabeth would find themselves welcomed by all of them, though the sense of misery and low moral loomed through the room.