The second the guy with the hot ass took her plate and begun to move away from the window, Lisa started formulating a plan to better help everyone from the guy's group. From what she'd seen so far, the whole lot of them had been sleeping out doors aside from whomever owned the beat up RV and the little kid.

And as big as her house was...it simply wasn't big enough to provide shelter for everyone without problems arising.

Privacy problems that could lead to the possibility of discovery and potential bullets to the head.

And frankly, that was something she wished to avoid since it hurt like a mother fucker just to regenerate a little bit so that she could function without being mistaken for one of those- those, horribly disgusting things.

So if the new people were to stay she was going to have to pull out all the stops and figure out a way to get them out of the open. Because nothing said 'buffet' to something dead and ravenously hungry like staggering through an area that should have been devoid of life and hearing- *gasp*- heartbeats.

And lots of them.

She sat there with her back pressed against the house, the top of her head just barely reaching the kitchen window. Absently listening to little snippets of conversation here and there as she visualized the layout of her current home and what would be needed for the new guys, in her head.

Her home was an old school southern house that was over a hundred and fifty years old. It had six or seven bedrooms (she said six or seven because one of the rooms was her families old nursery and the room had been sealed off by her after she had come home ten years ago) so she often forgot that room was still there.

Anyways- Aside from those bedrooms, there were three in a half bathrooms, dining room, kitchen, living room (she supposed that she could always go on another run and bring back some mattresses so she could set up a few of them in there) there were five walk in closets big enough to stuff chests full of weapons in- which was what she had done though she doubted anyone knew it yet- there was a large pantry close to the kitchen that if the doors were reinforced could be used to hide in if it became necessary and then there was the wine cellar...

She could talk to the leader of the new people and see about moving everyone into the house for the time being. Just in case something came staggering through. After all- shit happened. And lately she was finding that it happened more and more often.

The last thing she wanted was anyone being killed and turned.

So bringing the new people in was an absolute must- and the sooner the better. Of course letting them stay also meant that she had to tell them something about her 'condition'. Perhaps gather intel on what they thought had started the outbreak, and see if they knew for certain of anyone out there working on a cure and so on.

Shaking her head a little at letting her ADD take over for a moment there, she went back to visualizing floor plans in her head for some add on's to the house. Something that would allow everyone their own room and privacy but also serve as a wall between them and danger.

Which meant that she was going to have to go on another run soon and pick up some materials to work with. Trailers- about five or six- ah one having between two to four rooms, furniture to make them comfortable, and then she would have to start building attachments to the trailers so that if the worst happened and they were attacked- everyone would have a safe way to get from one point to...

She sighed knowing that the only safe escape route would be underground and that she would have to make a few copies of her underground bunker's key so that no one would get stuck or trapped or pinned down. Not only that but she'd have to build a metal building or oak shed or something and stock it with medical supplies just in case someone got severely injured or maimed while she was at it as well.

Sighing again she brought her knees to her chest and let her head drop back so that it thudded against the paneling of the house as she continued to plan things out, completely unaware of the fact that one of the men from the group inside was watching her.