[centre][h1]Eliza[/h1][/centre] Eliza Rolled over in her bed and let out an audible groan, lifting her face from her pillow to read the time on her clock. 7:00am. She groaned again. The Sun was beginning to rise over Whitlash and had come to such an angle as to perfectly beam onto the Blonde's face through a gap in her curtains. Sitting up in bed she rubbed the sleep from eyes and swung her legs round to the floor she grunted again, running her hand through her hair as she did so. [i]Getting too old for this shit[/i] She thought to herself as she stood from the bed and made her way to the wardrobe. It had only been 11pm the night before when the Caravan she was working with had trundled back into town and it was after 1am by the time she managed to crawl her way into bed. Eliza yawned loudly as she finished getting dressed and left her bedroom. Eliza’s place was quite spacious if she was honest with herself, too big for one person, but alas, it was one of few surviving apartments in a crumbled block at the centre of town, a sizable living room, bedroom, kitchen space and a bathroom. Considering how cheaply she got it she certainly wasn’t going to complain. Making her way from the bedroom to the kitchen area Eliza noted how cold it was getting in the morning lately, at least her walls were solid brick unlike some unlucky few in town. After retrieving a can of radstag stew from her cooler Eliza fell into her couch and turned the radio on, if she was going to have to suffer being awake then may as well have some music on while she did so. With [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYz9M4uxiW4]See the light[/url] playing in the background Eliza reached for her breakfast and noticed her left hand begin to shake as she did so. Retracting her hand quickly she gripped the base of her wrist and clenched her fist, “Can’t even enjoy my breakfast can I?.” She whispered to herself before reaching to the table next to her and opening a small medical box. Inside were half a dozen Med-X needles, taking one out carefully she rolled up herself and plunged the injector into her arm. Within seconds the shaking had stopped and she relaxed her hand, Eliza sighed as she threw the used injector into the bin and went back to eating her stew. The next few hours Eliza would spend bumming about the house cleaning and washing her clothes, the radio her only companion the whole time. [i]Oh if only mother could see me now[/i] she thought to herself as she finished hanging her garments up to dry. After putting some dry clothes away her peace was disturbed by the loud ringing of the town's bell. Eliza rolled her eyes and made her way to the front door, making sure to grab her .45 and holster it on her hip, as well as her shemagh which she wrapped around her neck. Making her way out of the building the town was bustling with activity, people from all over were making their way to the town hall. It was only a short walk to the hall and upon entering she saw that it was already filling up. The religious nutters had already begun filling up the space so she had to be quick. Making her way to an empty seat on the back row, just in front of Sam she parked herself, double checked the safety on her .45 was on and leant back in the chair, awaiting the meeting to begin.