Lisa Grey a.k.a. Ghost, leaned back against the large shiny black pickup that she had found and hotwired on the second day of her month long endeavor to find spare food, clothing, medical supplies and other things, smoking a cigarette. And she had hit the mother load as far as food stuffs went.

She had gone almost thirty miles up and down the highway captured a small herd of deer, pigs, cows, horses- and even had a tank in one of the trailers with some catfish, bass, and shell fish. But that isn't all she had gotten. She had managed to find a group of pheasants, wild turkeys, and chickens that had been left to die by their owners. Well either that or the owners had turned. But then that wasn't her problem.

Turning her back to the woods, where the undead lurked as the animals in the seven large metal trailers behind her truck whinnied and snorted and carry on to the point where she just wanted to put in a CD and turn up the stereo full blast. But if she did that the stupid undead would come and attack her and the animals.

And whether she admitted it or not, her people needed every last thing that she had caught and found whether it be alive or canned. What she had found for her small group could last quite a while. Not only that but there was the multitude of seeds that she had collected for Hershel.

So that he could make a garden.

She betted that if she went on another run later on down the line that she could get enough materials to make a greenhouse for the garden then they could grow all kinds of stuff year round.

And as for the fish and such, half of them would be going into a man made pond that she had dug a while back.

Hearing a moan and some shuffling feet off to her left, she sighed and dropped her cigarette and readied herself for the small confrontation to come. Tilting her head back, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, letting her other side take charge as the scent of rot and decay reached her nose- it make her want to scrunch up her face and sneeze as she reopened her eyes to find that they had changed color from pale moss green to gold.

And let her lips curve up in a small smile before stepping out from around the safety of the car door to greet her 'friends' with a snarl that had the group of undead pausing in their tracks just a few feet away to consider her.

Their dead brains seeming to understand that she was dangerous to them.

It's because they recognize you as something more than just one of them. The voice in her head whispered as several of the corpses backed away...slowly so as not to gain her undivided attention or her wrath. After all, even though they were reanimated corpses- she smelled like death to them.

That's right, walk away. There's nothing here for any of you to gnaw on. She thought almost darkly as she waited for them to amble back into the woods before disengaging the 'other' and returning to normal and popping her neck before looking down at her smoke longingly and sighing again.

Well hell. It had landed in a puddle of...something questionable that the dead littering the road had left behind. And there was no way to salvage that or she would have already. It was a shame too. That had been her last smoke.

Popping her neck again she made a small huffing sound and reached into the truck and dug around for a moment until she pulled something out of one of the bags there. Earning a frightened chirping sound from the mother cat she had saved just a week ago from a whole gang of- well hell, she got tired of saying undead. So from now on they would just be thingys, similar to her and yet, not- to see if it was safe to come out of hiding.

Pulling out a baggy of chips, Lisa looked at the cat, hanging back with one of it's offspring in her mouth and said, "Oh yeah, they're gone. You can come out now," The cat looked at her for a moment then tried to peer around her and see for itself causing Lisa to roll her eyes at the feline before stating, "Come out and bring the kids and I'll give you a can of wet food for dinner. Deal?"

Look at her, she could terrify the 'thingys' but when it came to the feline she wound up bargaining with it just to get it to listen. Granted she somewhat understood where the animal was coming from. It's owners had turned and ate several of it's babies before Lisa had heard it's furious yowling and what few left of it's kitten's crying and had gone off to save them.

So naturally after a traumatic experience like that- the animal was a little more than wary whenever the thingys came around.

The cat waited for several more moments before slowly moving back to the floor of the passenger side of the vehicle where it deposited the kitten in it's mouth and then began the task of moving the others back in place as well while Lisa chuckled softly and climbed into the truck and closed the door and waited on 'momma' to finish and settle down in the floor with the others before she started up the truck and began to drive towards home.

It wouldn't be much longer now.

Just an hour or so.

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Greene Farm?

Maggie stood in the kitchen alone after making Carol and Lori leave, chewing on her thumb nail as she thought over what all she could fix for dinner. Should she use the regular stuff? Or the stuff that was in the hidden underground bunker?

The one that even her dad and sister didn't know about.

She supposed that she could go there and collect some apples that she had hidden there for Ghost, and use them to make a few apple pies. She could also collect a few vegetables for a salad and maybe some meat for the main dish. But the trouble she had with dipping into the stuff was that she would have to make more than one trip since Rick and his people had been eating here in the house for a little while ever since their arrival.

Hmm, what to do. What to do- She thought to herself as she leaned over the sink a bit and looked outside at the people. There were so many of them now, which meant more mouths to feed and in all honesty she wasn't sure what Ghost would think of the current situation.

True she had never turned away anyone in need, but every person no matter how kind had their breaking point.