Chapter 5

(Eliza's POV)

Driving. So much driving. God I never want to be in another car ever again. We have driven for days. At least a week. Who knows where on earth we are now! Clary found some CD's in a car that we looted so at least there's some music. The best of Queen. Lucky for me, I love Queen! Great band in my opinion. Awesome music. Anyways, as I was saying, I hope we can stop soon. I know Clary just wants us to be safe but I don't think that's possible anymore...

(3rd Person POV)

Eliza and Clary drove for another few hours before eventually stumbling across a farm house.

"Clary look!" Eliza exclaimed. Finally, something different. "It's a farm! Maybe there are people or even food!"

"Yeah... People." Clary was concerned, as always. Not everyone was kind these days and Eliza didn't seem to realize it yet. "El. I want you to stay here alright? Just in case it's dangerous inside."

"But Clary, I-" Eliza's response was cut off by a gunshot aimed towards the pair. Suddenly, there were people around the car, at least 3, opening the doors and smashing windows. Her adrenaline was going insane as Eliza could feel herself being dragged outside onto the grass, her attacker sparing no mercy to her well-being. Struggling to escape and fear taking over, she fell to the ground, her head hitting a rock. The shocked girl's world abruptly went blurry and clouded. Sounds were muffled but she heard shouting. Her vision wasn't quite right but a few feet away, she saw Clary, yelling. Eliza assumed it was about her being hurt. Pain pounded through her head and she could feel blood running down her face and dripping onto her lap. It took at least a few minutes for her world to begin coming back to normal, loud and clear, and by this time, things seemed to have settled down just a bit. There was no more yelling and Eliza had been sat up against the car.

"-just a girl! How dare you hurt her that way!" Clary was heard, calmer but still fuming, talking (mostly yelling actually) to their assailants.

A voice she didn't recognize replied, obviously trying to stay calmer than Clary was. "Listen ma'am we didn't mean her any harm. Sometimes Billy doesn't know his own strength. I apologize for any harm we may have caused you but my father will take a look at her. He's a doctor."

"I'm not leaving her alone. Where ever you take her, I'm coming." That was the last Eliza heard before blacking out entirely.

(Eliza's POV)

It was dark for a while. I think I was awake but I couldn't move or speak. I heard voices but not what they said. It wasn't long though before I opened my eyes to find I was lying in a bed. Beside me was an elderly man who had just begun to realize I was awake.

"Hello Eliza. Do you know what happened." He had a kind voice, caring and gentle.

"I-I hit my head I think. After we were shot at." She found her voice hoarse and low-pitched.

"Yes yes... I apologize about that. My boys just got concerned that you wanted to hurt us. The name's Hershel. Hershel Greene. This is my farm. Those people you met were a few of my children."

The man seemed nice enough but Eliza knew better than to let her guard down. She took a quick glance around the room, taking in the scene. Plain beige walls, a simple tall lamp, paintings of scenery on the wall. Nothing special.

"Wheres Clary?" As always, Clary was Eliza's first concern. She didn't know her well before 'The End' but now, Clary was like a mother to her.

"Your friend's in the kitchen. We've explained everything to her and she's done the same. Let me go get her for you."

Finally. Something positive. All Eliza wanted at this moment was to hug Clary and tell her she was ok. Below, she heard muffled voices speaking and then footsteps up the stairs.

"Eliza! Oh god Eliza, you're ok!" Clary exclaimed, rushing into the room and engulfing her in a warm embrace. It was comforting, having someone care for you so dearly. Strange but, nevertheless, comforting.

"I'm fine Clary. At least I think so. Just tired but I'll live. Hershel explained what happened and honestly, I forgive them. We'd have done the same thing, although maybe not mean." Eliza grimaced, feeling the pain in her head.

"I still think we should leave as soon as you're well. I don't trust them and I'd like to keep moving. Just to be safe." Concern was evident in Clary's voice. Eliza knew it was for the best and trusted Clary's judgement. She murmured a quiet agreement, suddenly feeling exhausted, and drifted off to sleep.