Sorry for the slow update on this and pretty much everything else.

There was a shooting just several miles from where I live that on Thursday that killed several military officers.

And on top of that my hubby found a solid black male kitten, about eight weeks old, that had been abandoned where he worked. And now we're taking care of little Shadow until we can hopefully find him a good home and it's thrown my home into total chaos because my four other cats can't make up their mind on whether they like him, love him, or just want to kill him.

And my hubby is sort of joining the ranks... (I think the cats used some sort of mind control on him)

There's already been three attempts on his little life and my cats currently hate me for interfering. So I'm a little bit frazzled at the moment.

Anyways, here is what I can get out for now. I hope it turns out okay and that ya'll enjoy it. As always, please R&R.

Here we go- (cries)

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The moment that Hershel thought that Lisa might lose it and go for Glenns throat, he placed himself between her and the young man in an effort to calm things down between them before things escalated and got messy for all of them. Don't get him wrong- He liked Glenn. The boy was decent, honest, kind, hard working... And Lisa was- was royally fucked up from all of what had been done to her back after her family had been murdered.

And she just wasn't the type of person one got up in someone's face about.

She tended to react badly to such aggression. Like really, really badly. Of course the only sort of idea of just how badly she reacted to aggression had happened the day he had met her, he thought as he recalled the incident.

He'd been out in the woods walking and gotten his foot stuck in a bear trap and had broken his ankle when a bear had come along, and having smelled his blood the animal had been salivating heavily at the apparent thought of a fresh kill- and had charged him with the intention of killing and eating him when out of nowhere- in the midst of his panic- something small and pale had appeared and quickly vanished again.

Somehow keeping in step with the large beast, and just when he had thought his number was up and he would never see his wife and kids again- there had been a strange, yet sickening snap, followed by a small spray of crimson that spattered his face and clothing. And then nearly jumped out of his skin as the animal was tossed aside like a rag doll, hitting the ground several feet away from him in a heap of twitching limbs.

Stunned by what had just happened, he turned his head from the bear to look at what had killed it only to see a very strange sight. So strange in fact that he doubted it was even human at first.

It looked human though, his mind argued with him as he caught the gaze of the small girl with the shoulder length white-ish hair and strange golden yellow eyes as she stared back at him and licked some of the blood from one of her tiny hands before her eyes changed color and she sighed then asked, "You okay mister?"

He'd nodded his head mutely and then she had knelt down and pried open the bear trap that he'd been stuck in and applied first aide to his ankle to help him before offering him her hand to get him up off of the ground.

Her gaze shifting from him to the woods every so often as she pulled him to his feet and let him lean heavily on her to keep off of his injured ankle. They had then started a slow, somewhat agonizing trek to where she had been staying at the time.

The place was an old, yet well known in the area, doctor's clinic that had been shut down mysteriously when a bunch of people had 'mysteriously' gone missing. And being an old fixture in town, he had wondered just what the hell a little girl like her had been doing at the place as she had opened the door and easily maneuvered him inside the building and down the hall to the nearest room which had oddly been stocked with surgical supplies.

Needles, IV's, trays, bowls, blood, drugs, knives, saws, gauze and a number of other things some of which still had traces of blood on them. Fresh blood from the way it looked on some of the gleaming metal tools. Helping him over to the closest place to sit and then begun to gather up the things she would need to put a cast on his ankle so that it would heal.

Hershel had thought at first to help her by telling her what she would need. Something to clean the wound, stitch the torn skin, what pain killers to use and how- but he hadn't needed to say anything beyond the first two things as he watched her gather everything up and fix the syringe with the morphine- he had wondered just who this little girl was and how she knew so much about what she was doing.

And for the first year or so of their acquaintance he had merely believed her to be a child genius, sort of like the ones a person would read about or see on TV. But after the third year something had happened to change his opinion of this.

It had been an accident. Just a simple and honest, freak accident.

Hershel and his family had decided to go out on the town to celebrate Maggie getting into collage and he had asked Lisa if she would like to go with them since the kid rarely went anywhere that wasn't within walking distance of her home or the clinic. Figuring that she might appreciate the change of scenery and enjoy socializing a bit, he and his wife and kids- against Lisa's wishes- had loaded her into their car and left her home.

And three hours later, after having a very pleasant dinner and evening... They were run off of the road by a large truck, and their vehicle had crashed through the woods close to Lisa's home. And he had felt his neck snap.

That was all he really recalled of the accident, being fine one moment and the next... dead. And he knew that he had been dead because what happened to him that day was abnormal. He had awoken to hear his wife screaming at Lisa to leave. She was a messenger of satan and they didn't want her there.

He had blinked and turned his head, still a bit sore in the neck, his vision swimming a little bit as he took in the scene before him.

Lisa stood there with blood running down her wrist and mouth and chin. The crimson staining the once white shirt that she had worn that day, her eyes were that eerie gold again and her skin looked almost blue as she backed away from his distraught wife and kids and then turned and ran.

And he had never really understood why until his wife and kids had told him that she had done something to him. To fix his broken neck and heal him. It was then that Hershel had come to understand why she held herself apart from others like she did.

It was because she was afraid.

"Glenn, would you please leave Ghost alone."

Glenn shot Hershel a disbelieving look and then snapped, "She sniffed Carl like a dog. So unless there's a damn good explanation for that shit- no." Hershel sighed as Lisa opened her mouth to give Glenn some scathing remark but bit her tongue when she heard one of the girls yell outside.

"Dinner!"