[color=lightblue][b]Eliza Weaver
  S&W Weaponry, Salem, Massachusetts - mid to late afternoon[/b][/color] 







 


 Eliza sprawled out on the couch once Shelby helped her to it, even though a couch wasn't really what she wanted. Either way it didn't matter, she just wanted to lay down, hopefully with Shelby and try to forget everything that had happened to her again. It had gotten easier for her to move past all the violence and suffering she experienced as a young woman but the wounds Bragg left were fresh, and they cut deep.

 Everyday had been filled with paranoia and anxiety. Eliza cloistered herself away from everyone else, she'd grown weak and afraid. Everynight was just the same she barely slept, or if she finally did it was because she cried herself to the point of exhaustion. Eliza had become so ashamed of herself. She wasn't worthy of being a Rough Rider anymore, she was a worthless, broken woman. Unable to defend herself and the ones she trusted. 

 Eliza just wanted to sleep, her words had escaped her once again. She felt horrible that Shelby had to see her like this but she felt even worse knowing that she may never get better. After Bragg caught her in the woods, after all of those nights...Eliza felt something snap inside of her. She couldn't take it anymore and she's spent everyday since then wandering as a husk of her former self.

 “Shelby could you lay down here with me? You can use a stimpak while you do it. I just don't want to be awake anymore.”