"Glenn, would you please leave Ghost alone."

Glenn shot Hershel a glare and 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 when they all heard one of the girls yell outside,

"Dinner!"

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And faster than Hershel could react and nudge Glenn out of the way with his shoulder, Lisa winked at him then pointed and yelled in a tone that would have sounded hysterical to his old ears if he didn't know the girl so well.

"OH MY GOD! AN UNDEAD THINGY! IT'S GOING TO GET US ALL!" Causing Glenn to react by quickly going for his hip where his gun- which had been handed over to Hershel for reasons yet unknown to the young man- had been replaced by a knife as Hershel never took his off of Ghost and watched as she backed slowly and silently away from the Aisan man with the knife in his hand. And quickly slipped out o the room- and the house- via the nearest window before Glenn even turned back around and noticed that she was missing and let out a loud angry oath.

Making Hershel's lips twitch a bit in amusement.

Poor girl. Not even home a day and she was already having to slip out windows to escape people. It would have been really funny if it wasn't so damn sad. But then that was just how things were when there were a lot of people hanging around.

Somebody was bound to step on toes, get into trouble, and slip out the nearest window and disappear.

"What the- Where did-" He started before noticing the once closed window to the room was now wide open and then turned to the elder and growled out, "She slipped out the damn window, didn't she." It wasn't a question, merely a need for confirmation.

"Fraid so. You fell for the oldest and most well used trick in her 'slippery as an eel' book." Hershel said, thinking of the first time she had 'slipped' out of a window on him quite a few times.

He didn't recall all of the specifics of all of those occasions but he recalled one in particular. She had still been fairly young- perhaps about twelve at the time- and had more or less been kidnapped by the women folk of the family to take part in one of their family gatherings.

A reunion of sorts.

And after being bathed, scrubbed from head to toe, half drowned, and dressed in a sky blue knee length dress with god awful pink ribbon trim and being introduced to the family as their 'other' child. Causing a whole slew of problems that none of them had foreseen coming.

Ghost had put up with it all though, for a while. And she had done so with fairly good humor... Until she began to be bombarded with super invasive questions, and upon finally having enough jumped up and yelled out, "OH MY GOD! IT'S ELVIS BACK FROM THE DEAD!"

Which had caused a fair amount of confusion among all of his relatives since almost everyone had looked, expecting to see the king standing somewhere while the little minx piled her plate high with food, grabbed one of the buckets of KFC chicken (extra crispy- his favorite) and had not only made off with the whole damn thing but some slaw and all three things of mashed potato's and a whole pie pan of apple pie that he'd been waiting for all day- again, his favorite.

And she had made good her escape after ditching the dress and running practically naked into the woods.

And even though he was sure that she had done so just to be anti social, he still hadn't forgiven her for that just yet even after all these years. Which was perhaps why he suddenly found himself looking so forward to dinner.

She may be able to escape him. And she may be able to escape Rick's people.

But she wouldn't escape his daughters if she tried to pull an MIA act. Those girls of his may have been raised sweet but they had grown up with twisted personalities and would run her down and drag her to dinner kicking and screaming if he let them.

Oh yes, he was looking forward to this.

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The moment Lisa was outside, she maneuvered herself around to the kitchen window and peeked inside. Good lord, more than half of the people staying at her home had assembled in the dining room and were already grabbing seats along the long table and plates because apparently no one stood much on ceremony since the world had ended.

Which was perfectly fine by her since she already had a plan to get herself some food and avoid all of the strangers in her home.

I mean, come on.

Just dealing with three or four people that she'd known for years was difficult for her. How the hell did all of those strangers expect her to deal with them?

The answer was not well. Not freaking well at all.

Which was why she was pressing herself so tightly against the house just under the window that one would think that she desired to mesh her spine with the wood as she reached into the window and fished for some dishes. Once she had those, plate, fork, knife- she peeked into the room again to get the layout of the food on the table.

If she was going to do this, she needed to go around the other people...

She was in the middle of figuring out what she would go after and planning how she'd get it when someone stepped between her and her mission. Said person was tall, young-ish, broad shouldered, with shoulder length brown hair. Wearing what looked like a black leather vest with wings on it and dirty and worn jeans.

Making a small sound of appreciation in the back of her throat, she took a moment to check out his rear. Whoever this guy was, he had a nice ass... And as much as she would like to continue staring at it- she had a mission she needed to get back too. So, taking her fork in hand- she reached through the window with it in hand and quickly stabbed the guy in the butt.

Mystery guy jumped and moved around a bit, casting more than one curious glance over both of those shoulders of his before noticing her outside the window and frowning as he turned his body around so that he was facing her and leaned down so that they were eye to eye.

And oh wow, she felt bad for stabbing him in the butt with her fork now. Because he was one hot man. "Hi." She said, sounding more than a little embarrassed.

"Hi." He said in a tentative tone as he wondered if this pretty little waif of a gal was the one that everyone had been talking about earlier.

"Sorry about stabbing you with the fork, but you're sort of in the way of my mission," She said by way of explanation before going on to mention out of the blue, "Nice ass, by the way."

He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out immediately and so he just shut it again as she plowed on, "You one of the people hoping to stay?" He nodded his head, yes, in response.

"Sorry. I guess that was a bit of a dumb question, huh." He said nothing at first, merely looked at her for a few moments before finally speaking in a soft rumbling voice that sent a thrill down her spine.

"Ain't no dumb questions. Just dumb answers." She grinned at him, her green eyes sparkling with humor as she quickly stated,

"Okay. You wanna stay- well I'd like to eat. Sneak me a bird some fixings and maybe something to drink and you and you're people can stay. Sounds reasonable right." Again he was quiet as he seemed to consider her words before asking in an incredulous tone.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"No take backs?"

She scoffed at his choice of words and wondered just how old she seemed to him before muttering, "Yeah, no take backs." He held his hands out for her plate and waited until it was in his grasp before saying,

"Wait here."