Republic of Omisha

Chapter 53: Eliza

  She rushes through the sea of people boarding. She searches through the crowd, scanning everyone's face. She freezes when she sees him. Color rises in her cheeks as she spots Clay. She doesn't move again until he spots her. They lock their eyes on each and run towards each other.

She know that she has bigger things to worry about, but all she has been able to think about is Clay. He's all she has left. She loves him dearly. She desires to be with him.

It may be odd that in such dark times all she wants is to be held, but when someone is going through rough times, they need other to fall back on. They can't stand on their own at least not for long. If they do they will change and be tainted. They will no longer be the same person.

She knows that in the last few weeks her life has changed dramatically, no arguing there, so naturally she has changed and oddly enough in the midst of the danger, of being thrown to the wolves, Eliza has come back stronger. She wasn't eaten. She returned leading the pack.

Here comes a poor girl, who spent most of her life friendless, and became a beacon of hope in humanity's darkest hour. Eliza has thrived in tribulation, not broken down.

She is stronger than even she thought, kinder too. She has experienced a lot. Love. Loss. Heartbreak. Grief. Betrayal. Courage. It has made her stronger. It has made her a better person. At the center of all of it, her friends have kept her going.

All she has left now is Clay so she will hold on dearly to him. She will never let him go, never let him slip away. Eliza with protect him with her life.

Eliza throws herself in his arms and finds that a giddy giggle escapes her. He pull her close into a tight embrace. When they break off, Eliza's grin fades. Her eyebrows furrow. She holds his face in her hands. She can clearly see bruises infecting his soft, dark skin.

He shrugs her worry off and they board the ship together. She walks on his left and she wraps his left arm around the small of her back and rests his hand on her waist.

They have before Eliza has to talk to the people so she decides to show Clay to his room. It's on the twenty-third floor. He opens the door with one hand and holds Eliza's hand in the other.

They look around the living quarters in aw. He has a full sized bed, his own bath/laundry room, along with a living, dining, and kitchen.

Eliza leads him to an odd looking appliance in his closet. It looks hollow. "It's a clothes replicator." She explains. "My mother engineered it." There is pride in her words. "You program what you want, size and color and it creates it, but it only lasts a week before it disintegrates and then you put the material back in and reuse it."