Eliza Weaver
  S&W Weaponry, Salem, Massachusetts - morning



 Eliza awoke to the faint morning light trickling through the curtains of Shelby’s bedroom. She was alone, and the room was eerily quiet but as she started to shake off the burdening crust of sleep she felt a huge relief, as if an enormous weight was lifted off of her. Wiping the crud from her eyes Eliza sat up in the bed allowing the bed sheet to collapse off of her, exposing her bare frame. 

 Stretching her tense muscles with a pleasurable shiver Elia felt as if she had molted in her sleep. She felt great, much better than she could remember feeling in a long time. Except she wasn’t entirely sure of what had happened the night before. Obviously she crashed hard, but her body and mind needed it.

 Still exposed Eliza crawled to the edge of the bed, dangling her legs off the side. Her wound had healed but as she continued to gather herself she could start to feel the dull ache of the injury. Undeterred by the pain Eliza stretched her legs, it felt like she was working cobwebs out of her joints but the pain was not nearly as severe as she anticipated. Cautiously she stood up from the bed still unsure of her condition. Her legs shook as they struggled to reacquaint themselves with supporting the weight of her body. Although with a few cracks and pops Eliza was on her feet once more. 

 Her immediate thoughts were of Shelby. She couldn’t wait to find her, after all she could stand on her own two feet again. She could walk! Even if it was with a limp, and even if she was unsure of how long she could walk. It didn’t matter she was recovering nonetheless. Eliza wasn’t sure if she should be accrediting the start of her recovery to her resilience or the treatment she had received. Although she wasn’t entirely sure of what had happened the day before, or the day before that, in all honesty the past few months were a blur. She couldn’t even remember how she got shot.

 “How long was I out?” Still standing Eliza wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth as she stumbled towards the window, parting the curtains she reacted herself against the window the cold glass sending shivers through her body. “Somebody must’ve given me something. Was it Shelby? This is her place, I remember seeing her...but when? Was it here?” Eliza needed to sit down and gather her thoughts. Her head was a mess right now and while everything seemed familiar it also seemed so foreign to her. She’d hoped that this wasn’t all just a dream but with how she was feeling she couldn’t be too sure that it wasn’t. Sitting down on the windowsill Eliza gazed out the window, the town was so peaceful in the morning. This must be her home, it has to be because no other place would make her feel like this.