Gender: Female

Age: 25

Birthdate: June 30th, 2263

Birthplace: Ruins of Seattle, Washington

Current Occupation: Hunter and scavenger. She has spent most of her life sifting through the ruins of the Old World as well as hunting for game and generally manages to find just enough to make it from day-to-day.

Work Ethic: If you can manage to get Lorelei to be passionate about something, she will pour her entire being into it. If the task at hand is not something that interests her, then she will solely rely on her talent (even if there is none to speak of) to get her through.

Combat Strategy: Lorelei never allows herself to be compromised in close-range. She is at her most comfortable at high ground with a scope, where she can carefully dissect a situation and articulate her plans in a stepwise motion.

Experience: Rumored to have been liable to kill from a half-mile away. Her time spent in the wastes turned her into an excellent survivalist; she understands terrain and traverses it exceptionally well, and has developed a very tough exterior.

Organizations/Affiliations: Independent

Style: Lorelei wears different iterations of the same outfit almost every day. She wears a long hunting coat with many accessories attached – such as extra shells, bear traps, tourniquets, a knife, and a vial of antivenom. Underneath the coat, she usually wears a tee of some sort and a pair of well-worn jeans.

Preferred Weapons: Her father’s scoped bolt-action rifle, which has seen years of use, and a desert eagle pistol with some sort of inscribed sigil on the grip that has been taped over.

Habits and Mannerisms: Lorelei will often hum underneath her breath while idle and is very fidgety; she will always be moving in some way shape or form, whether it be running her fingers through her hair or tapping her hands on a solid object. She will generally smile and chuckle if she runs out of possible options to respond to a situation, even if it is a particularly bad one.

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Blood Type: O-

Preferred Hand: Left-Handed

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Hairstyle: Whatever suits her on the current day. Her hair is medium/shoulder-length, but occasionally puts it up into a ponytail or bun to keep from waving into her face.

Skin Tone: Pale.

Complexion: Freckled.

Makeup: Occasionally scrounges some together and puts it on, playing make-believe as one of the leading ladies of the old world, but it never lasts.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Body Type: Ectomorph

Build: Decent muscle mass considering her small frame, but recent malnourishment has rendered her quite thin.

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 120 lbs.

Cup Size: B

Shoe Size: 7

Birthmarks/scars: One lone distinct scar runs vertically down the right side of her face.

Energy: When in good health, she has exceptional endurance, gained from her cross-country treks with the 80s.

Senses: They are very potent and very accurate, rendering her paranoid of her surroundings on many occasions.

Addictions: None to speak of.

Mental Disorders: Anxiety.

Expressiveness: If one manages to get close to Lorelei, then her faux tough exterior will dissolve and her rather silly, creative nucleus will be apparent. She generally articulates her thoughts and emotions in an enigmatic, riddle-like way, and only those close to her can aptly solve said riddles.

Gender: Female

Real Age: 34

Age Appearance: Appears to be in her late 20’s to early 30’s

Birthdate: April 13th, 2257

Birthplace: Caliente, Nevada



Occupation: Mercenary

Work Ethic: Eliza dedicates every fibre of her being to the task at hand. Refusing to give anything less than 110% at everything she does. She’s garnered a reputation among the people she’s served with as being a loyal and dedicated soldier. Willing to sacrifice anything to accomplish her mission.

Experience: Former NCR soldier and officer, served with distinction in a reconnaissance battalion with multiple combat tours. Awarded the position as Company Commander and the rank of Captain for exemplary service to the NCR and it’s people. Went on to impress her superiors with her natural talent for leadership and combat, was being bred for Battalion Commander shortly before her departure from the NCRSR.

Organizations/Affiliations: Rough Riders, Jaded Empire, Commonwealth Minutemen, and Railroad

Preferred Weapons: With few weapons systems being unfamiliar to Eliza she is capable of picking up nearly any weapon and making good use of it. Although she does have her tried and true favourites. With her time with the Rough Riders Eliza is well versed with revolvers, handguns, and rifles. She does carry her Colt .45 Single Action army with her at all times.

Habits and Mannerisms: Runs fingers through her hair when she’s stressed or nervous, and smokes cigarettes when stressed or anxious.



Ethnicity: American/Caucasian

Blood Type: o+

Preferred Hand: Right Handed

Eye Color: Light blue

Hair Color: Dirty blonde/light brown

Hairstyle: Hair is kept either slicked back, in a bun, or ponytail. Very rarely is it worn down in public.

Skin Tone: Pale white with minimal tanning from prolonged exposure to the sun.

Complexion: Fair, usually burns, Rarely tans.

Makeup: N/A

Body Type: Mesomorph

Build: Strong athletic body type, muscular build, well-developed shoulders and slim hips.

Height: 5’9” (175cm)

Weight: 124 lbs (56kg)

Cup Size: B

Shoe Size: 9 ½

Birthmarks/scars:

• 3 inch scar front right of neck, cause; knife.
• 1 ¾ inch scar left outer Eye, cause; blunt force trauma.
• Bullet Entry Wound front left shoulder, 2 ½ inches below collarbone, Cause; Gunshot, 9x19mm Parabellum round.
• Bullet Exit wound upper Back Left Shoulder, 1 inch left of the spinal cord. Cause; Gunshot, 9x19mm Parabellum Round.
• Bullet Entry wound outer left leg, 4 inches above knee. Travelled through the left leg and nicked the right thigh, clean entry and exit. Cause; Gunshot, 7.62x39 fired at close proximity.
• Multiple Scars on back. ranging from 1 to 5 inches in length, consistent width. Have healed over time but are still visible and some of the deeper ones can still be felt. Cause; flagellation

Energy: Astonishing stamina, isn’t easily tired or dissuaded from completing a task due to exhaustion.

Senses: Heightened level of awareness developed from being constantly on guard. Is generally able to get a good read on people’s emotions through their body language and tone.

Addictions: Avid smoker, struggling alcoholic.

Physical Disorders/Injuries: Vaginismus, Fractured pelvis (Old/Healed), Multiple cracked ribs (Old/Healed), Broken collarbone (Recent/Healed).

Mental Disorders: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Anxiety, Dysthymia, Night Terrors, Insomnia, Nocturia, and Substance Dependence.



Eliza was raised along with her sister Charlotte by her mother and father in the rural town of Caliente, Nevada. Her mother was a merchant by trade and her father was a mechanic. When Eliza was 13 years old raiders attacked the town as they often did in their attempts to seize control of the towns valuable water purification systems. During this attack her mother and father were killed and Eliza and Charlotte were captured as trophies. Charlotte was only 3 years old at the time and was struggling to understand what was happening. Too young to rationalize what had just happened and too dependant on the care she received from her parents it was up to Eliza to protect her sister.

Unfortunately the raiders had taken a liking to Eliza. She was a wiry young blonde with an athletic build and an attitude just like her father. Too the depraved raiders it didn’t matter. They wished only to conquer their trophies. Eliza used this opportunity to manipulate them into leaving Charlotte alone, and instead focused all of their attention onto her. For the next 4 years Eliza was regularly and brutally raped, beaten, and starved. All the while her sister was being treated like a princess. She was fed, clothed, and left untouched. Charlotte even went so far as to call the raiders her “family.” She had happily left herself become lost in the fantasy. She was never made aware of the sacrifices her sister made to keep her safe, and the agony she endured for the hope that Charlotte would be let go.

Eliza had been raped so severely that her pelvis was shattered and she was unable to walk or even sit. At that point she stayed bound and chained to a pole, her legs slumped underneath her as she was unable to support her own weight. Her captures didn’t care about her injury and still continued to molest her multiple times a day. They only stopped when Eliza’s screams of pain became too grating to them. It was only then that they let her lay down and heal, except during this time of recovery she was still whipped and beaten, and was fed only scraps and slop. She had grown too weak to resist them even if she wanted to so now all she could do was submit and hope for her sisters release or her death.

Once her hip healed Eliza was returned to her same old routine as the gangs personal toy. It was relentless, she couldn’t sleep without having one of the raiders wake her up and rape he. Eventually Eliza had become so weak and frail that the raiders took notice. Fortunately for her she had become their favorite plaything so they started taking better care of her. She was fed more often, allowed periods of undisturbed rest, and could visit her sister more often. Their kindness did not come without a price however. Their abuse of her escalated sharply from here forward. She was choked until she passed out, bones were broken including her pelvis again, she was beaten into states of unconsciousness, and there were times that she spent days chained to a post unable to move or sleep properly.

When Eliza turned 17 she was traded to another raider gang along with her sister. During this trade the gang she was given to was attacked by the NCR and Eliza and Charlotte were saved. Charlotte was devastated, she missed her “family” and wanted to go back. Eliza couldn’t walk and had to be carried everywhere she went for the next few weeks. When she recovered enough that she could take care of herself the NCR gave her the option of enlistment and the ability to keep her sister. Or they would split them both up and put them in foster families. Eliza wasn’t willing to give her sister up. Even if her sister refused to accept the horrible things that were done to Eliza for her safety.

Eliza enlisted into the NCR military and excelled from the very start. She was driven to succeed, to forget about what had just happened to her over the last 4 years. To forget that her family was murdered and her entire childhood was ruined. Her own sister called her a liar, and wanted to flee back into the wilderness in search of the raiders they escaped. Once she finished her basic training Eliza volunteered for the Advanced Reconnaissance Course. She was told by her instructors that there wasn’t too many things in the NCR military more difficult than ARC. So Eliza naturally roze to the challenge, again she persevered the training was grueling and the stresses on her body and mind were immense but Eliza had suffered worse. She knew she could endure, she had to. Not just for Charlotte but for herself. She needed to prove to herself that she could be something. That what had happened to her would not define who she was. It was easier said than done, her body was left with countless physical and psychological traumas. All of which she hid from the military, to them she was fit and of sound mind.

It didn’t matter to Eliza that she was falling apart. She had completed the ARC, and was cycled into her first combat tour. She excelled in the field but the trauma she had sustained over those years with the raiders were exacerbated in the field. She ignored the symptoms and the pain because she didn’t see any other option. She needed the money she was paid to take care of Charlotte. To keep her fed, clothed and in school. Eliza never stopped caring for her sister even if it meant that she was killing herself in the process. Regardless she still was able to hide all of her conditions from the NCR and serve 6 years until she was promoted to Captain and Platoon Commander. This position paid her more and got her out of the field more often. Charlotte could never want for anything now, and Eliza was getting her ready to enlist as well. Hoping that with her sister in the military she could focus more on tending to herself.

Eliza was an excellent soldier and an even better officer. She showed a natural talent for commanding soldiers and struck up a great rapport with her platoon. Her superiors were so pleased with her success that they were grooming her for a position as a Battalion Commander. All those dreams and ambitions were dashed against the rocks when Eliza’s current Battalion Commander forced himself onto her. Even after all of those years she spent suffering at the hands of the raiders she didn’t fight it. Her body just shut down and she let it happen, the pain was excruciating though and Eliza’s screams would’ve gotten him caught if he didn’t strangle her before she drew any attention to what was happening.

When she came to she was laying on the floor of her quarters. Her pants undone and pulled down around her boots, her panties wadded into her mouth as an impromptu gag. She couldn’t get up from the floor her legs were too weak and her groin was on fire, as if someone had jammed a smoldering blade inside of her. Eliza couldn’t do anything but lay on the floor and cry. She was alone again, she was back to where she was as a teenager. She hated herself for letting it happen again. Even now when her service weapon laid merely a few feet from her. She could’ve shot him, she could’ve done anything to resist him but instead she collapsed to the floor and gave up. All of that fighting, all of those boisterous words, her bravado. None of it meant anything anymore.

Over the next few days Eliza tried to recover from what had happened. Choosing to ignore that it had happened and try to move on. It was impossible, she seen that man everyday. In every meeting he was there, and he knew that they shared a secret that Eliza would never tell because she was afraid of losing Charlotte, and losing her position. Everything Eliza had given so much for would be gone in an instant if she ratted out her Commander. He had too much influence and Eliza was afraid she would be called a liar if she spoke out. So she kept her mouth shut and took his menacing looks and let him pin her against his desk during their personal “meetings.” He had her broken again. Too afraid to come forward. This was her life now, the life she escaped found her again. She would wake up with him straddling her in bed. He didn’t care that the trauma from her past caused any sort of penetration to be extremely painful. He just crammed her mouth with her underwear or smothered her face with a pillow. What caused her crippling pain kept him coming back for more. It was almost every night, even during the day she wasn’t safe. He bashed her head off the wall so hard one day that she blacked out. When she came to her shirt was pulled over her head, her pants ripped and ruined from him savagely trying to remove them. She sat in a puddle of blood and contemplated killing herself. She was weak, she didn’t deserve the rank she held. If she came out the men and women she led would think she was weak. To her suicide was the only way to escape him but she couldn’t do it.

Eliza continued to accept the raping. At least he had the courtesy now to knock her out, or use a different entrance. Apparently what kept him coming back wasn’t doing it anymore and he was getting frustrated. He started abusing her in different ways now. While he was raping her he would choke Eliza until she was just about to pass out and then he would let her breathe again. Her spasming muscles and the fact that he was teasing Eliza into thinking that she could just pass out and not have to witness what was happening drove him crazy. He kept coming back and each time was more vile. He knocked her out and drug her into the public restroom, raped her in the stall and left her unconscious body slumped on top of the toilet.

Eventually Eliza snapped, and one day when she entered the conference hall with the rest of her colleges and that bastard. She finally did what she couldn’t do for all of those years, she fought back. Eliza drew her service weapon in front of everyone and gunned down her commanding officer in cold blood. She just stood there and examined his corpse making sure that all 13 rounds from her Browning Hi-Power hit the fucker. She didn’t even resist when her colleges tackled her and the MP’s drug her off in handcuffs. She didn’t fight in her trial. Conveniently there was no evidence against him so all the blame was pinned on Eliza. She was deemed to unstable for military service, and even after all she had accomplished and all the medals she had earned. They called her a disgrace to the NCR military, her medals were confiscated, her rank was stripped away and she was locked away for what should’ve been a live time until one of the prison guards helped smuggle her out.

After she escaped from prison Eliza disappeared into the wasteland. She spent her next 6 years living in isolation in the deepest parts of the wilderness. Even after escaping once more Eliza still didn’t feel free. All of those years of abuse and rape left her empty inside. Since she was 13 years old she could never love someone, never embrace them in her arms. To her sex was something to be feared. It caused her pain and suffering, she couldn’t escape it. Everytime she went to urinate she would collapse in pain, and her trauma was so severe that a finger couldn’t even penetrate her without the spasms from her muscles paralyzing her in pain.

During those 6 years like all those years before her Eliza suffered. She hadn’t slept a full night since the raiders abducted her and Charlotte. She suffered from horrible vivid dreams of her being molested again. Even when she found someone she could confide in, she was only betrayed again. She met a young woman in Carson City. She was beautiful, young, dark hair, slim boyish figure. She was Eliza’s type. The two struck it off immediately, both women were desperately in search of a companion and they found it in each other. Unfortunately for Eliza the woman she gave her heart to had other intentions for it. Secretly she was a slaver, and she truly believed that Eliza was one of the most stunning women she had ever seen. Those two things meant only one thing for her, a paycheck.

Eliza was led along to believe that what they held together was true. Her lover made her feel things she never felt before. She had orgasms so intense that her pain was almost insignificant in the moment. Eliza truly thought that her life was turning around, she let her defenses down for the first time in her adult life and was instantly betrayed. During their time together the woman didn’t just learn how to pleasure Eliza, she also learned how to manipulate her. Her pain was so severe that her body shut down when it experienced it. Eliza couldn’t fight back while the pain was happening and she was completely vulnerable until it was over. During her time with this woman though her pain was getting better, she had the patience to take it slow with Eliza and edge her along. This gained Eliza’s trust and helped her rebuild her confidence. Now she could take about 6 inches without discomfort. She was having orgasms she never had before. Sex never felt this good to her before. One of the woman’s friends frequently came over and Eliza was more than happy to let him sleep with her. He was careful but intense, he carefully watched how Eliza reacted to him and made sure that he never hurt her. She was feeling so much better now than she ever was.

Except one day Eliza’s lover brought more than one friend and they weren't nearly as pleasant as the others. Eliza tried to fight it but they overpowered her and tied her down. This was a trial period for potential buyers. In her isolation Eliza had made herself vulnerable again, now the woman her heart ached for was standing over her while she was raped examining her like she was a piece of cattle. 3 days passed with different men each day, some of them were repeat visitors but Eliza was nearly unconscious for most of it. Her conditioned had flared up again making every inch she took hell. She was bleeding all over the floor but none of the men cared. Eliza’s lover assured them that it was worth it, and she wasn’t wrong. Once someone forced themselves inside of her the muscles constantly spasmed and contracted around the object as if she was having a constant intense orgasm. This kept people coming back. She was the best sex they had ever had and they were arguing and bidding over who would get to buy her.

For 3 days Eliza was tied to heating pipe in her home. Her arms straight above her head were chained around the pipe while she stayed sitting at a slumped angle for 3 days. They didn’t clean up after themselves, and they didn’t feed her. At one point one of the men inserted himself inside of her and he was way too big. Bigger than anyone Eliza had ever taken before. This made the pain unbearable, she screamed and cried. Begging him to stop, at this point her heart was shattered. She begged to the woman to let her go but she just stood there and watched. The man encouraged her to scream even louder, because he enjoyed it.

Eventually Eliza was flipped around so two men could penetrate her. One of them was the same man and the other was just as big as him. They both went after her at the same time, laughing hysterically at her screams. Eventually the pain had become too much for her to bear and she blacked out. When she woke up she was naked laying in days worth of blood and fluid. She was alone everyone else had left, even the woman. Eliza was too weak to move, she was still bleeding and without anything to eat in at least 3 days she felt like she was going to pass out. So she just laid on the floor and hoped that she would bleed to death and die. She thought she got her wish as she slowly slipped away only to wake up later on to find that the woman had returned. She was sitting alongside Eliza, twirling a blade in her hand. Eliza couldn’t do anything to her even if she wanted to. She was trembling and cold, and every breath was a struggle. She couldn’t even speak. Eliza just laid there and hoped that this woman would just run that blade through her throat, but the woman didn’t. She layed down beside Eliza and held her, the woman’s body felt so good against hers. She was warm in her embrace of Eliza. She played with her hair and kissed at her neck. Eliza didn’t know how to feel. She was flooded with a mix of emotions.

After a few minutes of her laying with Eliza she began to speak to her for the first time since this whole thing started.

“I fucked up Eliza. I fucked up really bad. I shouldn’t have went through with this. It wasn’t worth it. They didn’t have any interest in buying you. They just wanted to fuck with me. They exploited the fact that I was using you and then none of them were interested. All of that money is gone. You could’ve made me fucking rich.”

She placed the blade against Eliza’s throat. In her anger she was ready to kill her. Eliza just layed there and waited, she wanted to die. Life wasn’t worth living to her anymore. All she could do before she died was whisper one last thing before she went.

“I loved you.”

After that Eliza felt the cold steel of the blade slice through her neck and she blacked out again. She figured that was it, that she was finally dead but she woke up again. Still weak she managed to crawl onto all fours and headed for the door. On her way out she found the woman she loved slumped against the wall, her blood and brain matter painted the scene. She killed herself, and in her lap laid a blood soaked note written for Eliza. On the note it read simply.

“I loved you too.”

Having recovered the best she could from the trauma and her injuries Eliza struck out with a heart filled with vengeance and fire. She founded the Rough Riders with the intention of taking on anyone with a gun and the skills to use it. Her recruitment process was rigorous and very few people could make the cut but in the end Eliza had a band of some of the hardest mercenaries in the south-west. They weren't too picky about their contracts just as long as the work was tough and the pay was good. Although out of a rarely extended courtesy Eliza took herself and her best riders to the Vegas convention to offer their services to the Jaded Empire. It was here that Eliza fell for Shelby, the Jaded Empresses' most trusted cohort. Eliza and company were to accompany them back to their home in Michigan but along the way Eliza was ambushed and her company decimated. What survivors there were scattered to the wind to be hunted like dogs by a man that once served alongside them. Eliza was his prisoner for two months until she escaped, heading east until she found the town of Salem. A quite coastal town, mired in fog. In all her days Eliza had never seen a place like Salem, the ocean was enthralling to her and she found a strange peace on it's shores. So Eliza waited for Bragg to find her, like she knew he would. She had nothing left and she figured there was no better place to die than this mysterious town of Salem...so far away from home.

Gender: Female

Real Age: 37

Age Appearance: Appears to be in her late 20’s to early 30’s

Birth-date: July 18th, 2254

Birthplace: Caliente, Nevada



Occupation: Wastelander, Hunter, Survivalist, Raider

Work Ethic: Driven, and highly motivated. Sara’s willing to do what it takes to survive, no matter the cost. She’s ignored her conscience in order to keep herself alive since she was a young woman. Her life experiences have made her into a terrifying opponent, that isn’t easily dissuaded or beaten into submission.

Experience: Like everyone that’s survived in the wasteland Sara has gotten very good at surviving. Having been forced out onto her own she’s learned not to rely on others for support, this coupled with her innate sense of independence make Sara someone who is capable of sustaining herself without any outside support.

Organizations/Affiliations: Independent, Raider

Style: Tends to wear practical clothing, preferring flannel shirts, and jeans. Most of her clothes are worn out and in tatters but she refuses to change them. She only replaces her clothing if it reaches a state of disrepair that renders it unrepairable, or useless. Although one article of clothing that has been with her for years is her leather pilot's jacket.

Preferred Weapons: Carries a hunting knife along with an un-scoped .308 bolt action hunting rifle, and a .45 colt 1911. All of her weapons have certainly seen centuries of conflict and their appearances reflect that. While they’re worn down and clearly used Sara maintains them as well as she can.

Habits and Mannerisms: Occasionally smokes cigarettes to help with her anxiety, chooses to drink soda over alcohol. She never acquired the taste for alcohol and more often than not will turn her nose up at it.



Ethnicity: American/Caucasian

Blood Type: o+

Preferred Hand: Right Handed

Eye Color: Light blue/steel gray

Hair Color: Dark brown/auburn

Hairstyle: Hair is kept either let down, in a bun, or ponytail depending on the situation.

Skin Tone: White with freckling and tanning from prolonged exposure to the sun.

Complexion: Fair, usually burns, then tans.

Body Type: Mesomorph

Build: Strong athletic body type, muscular build, well-developed shoulders, and slim hips.

Height: 5’11” (180cm)

Weight: 136 lbs (61kg)

Cup Size: A

Shoe Size: 9

Birthmarks/scars:

Multiple scars scattered around the body, most of them congregating on her back. They appear to be scars associated with flagellation, but most of them have healed signifying that they were caused years ago.

Energy: Extremely active metabolism, doesn’t tend to stay inactive. Enjoys exercise and is constantly doing something.

Senses: Like all people in the wasteland Sara keeps her wits about her. She’s a very alert and very suspicious person that doesn’t trust people very easily. Years of hunting and living in the wilderness have honed her awareness of her surroundings. Making it much easier for her to detect even the slightest disturbances around her.

Addictions: N/A

Expressiveness: Very quiet and reserved, she chooses not to speak with too many people. Although when approached she’ll talk but she isn’t very forthcoming, and is extremely sceptical of others. Sara also tends to bottle up her emotions in an attempt to move past them. This has led to her having sudden emotional outbursts although she tends to keep them private. Although compared to her sisters Sara is a firebrand, she was the hell raiser and the one that didn't back down from a fight. Except now she's learned to temper herself and tries her best to stay out of trouble.



Sold into slavery by her parents at a young age Sara was robbed of the chance at a normal life. She felt betrayed and abandoned by the only people in the whole wasteland that were supposed to protect her. When her parents were killed she didn’t find out about it until much later, and the state of her sisters were unknown. Sara regretted not being there for them, and over the years her heart continued to burn with an unbridled hatred for her parents and the situation she was in. Once she reached a suitable age she became the “personal” slave for a raider warlord. Having endured his abuse and violation for too long Sara strangled him in his sleep, sawed off his head and claimed herself as the new warlord of the gang. Fuelled by her hatred and discontent Sara lead the raiders across the wasteland slaughtering and pillaging where they could. Eventually this drew the attention of Caesar’s Legion and her gang was all but eradicated. Once again Sara was cast out into the wasteland, abandoned and alone. It was during this time that she suffered from a mental break, after finally realizing all of the horrible things she allowed herself to do out of spite.

Staying on her own and keeping contact with others to a minimum Sara decided that she needed to look for her sisters. Her youngest sister Charlotte was the one she found first, she was delusional and had clearly endured some sort of trauma since they had last seen each other. Charlotte didn’t even remember her, and refused to admit that they were sisters. It was here that Charlotte told Sara that Eliza had fled out east and been killed, blaming her for the loss of their parents. As much as Sara wanted too she had a hard time believing Charlotte, and headed out in search of Eliza following her trail east. Her sisters were her only motivation now, her parents had long since been forgotten to her, and her life as a raider was something she struggled to move past. With Charlotte seemingly incapable of realizing the situation they were in Lori hoped that she was wrong and that Eliza was still alive. She could barely remember what Eliza looked like after all of the time they spent apart but her heart ached to see her sister again. The two of them were inseparable as girls, and Sara hoped that if they reunited that they would never be separated again. For once in her life Sara was filled with anxiety. She was afraid that Eliza may actually be dead, or that she would be as far gone as Charlotte was. Sara wasn’t even sure if they would recognize each other but she needed to find her, she needed to reconcile all the time they spent apart.