Daryl was silent for a moment, wondering how to broach the subject of Ghost's medical condition/condition's in front of Rick when he suddenly decided that being tactful was a waste of time.

The more information they had about her- the better off everyone would be and so as he took a small, measured bite of his food asked, "I bet you probably needed the vitamins and nutrients in the foods you were given more than you let on cause of your medical condition. Didn't ya?"

Rick blinked and looked at him then back at the girl next to him as she slowly lowered the soda that she had been steadily draining 'vampire style' as she liked to call it since it entailed chewing on a full and unopened coke can of soda like a deranged goat or something in an effort to keep the small fangs hidden behind her regular teeth, sharp.

Setting her partially drained drink down she gave 'hottie' as she had dubbed him in her mind, a schooled look. Masking her thoughts and feelings again. As she mentally thought about stabbing him in the leg with her unused spoon as she said, "I don't know what you're talking about." While she picked up the last soda and opened her mouth gave a funny theatrical 'vampire' hiss and bit into the side of the can and tipped her head back, her throat as she swallowed.

Daryl made a humming sound that Rick recognized as his 'bullshit' hum. The only hum in the archers vocabulary that practically spoke for itself. And he only used it when he knew someone was lying to him.

Deciding to do a little poking himself, Rick asked, "What about what you mentioned earlier?"

Lisa turned her head to look at him. Her eyes slightly wider then they had been a moment ago, her expression innocent as she reached up and carefully extracted the soda can from her mouth to ask, "What about earlier?"

Rick gave her a bemused look for a moment, thinking that she must be playing with him or something as he said, "You mentioned something about not wanting to be mistaken for a walker and shot." Shooting Daryl a look, the archer nodded his head. Indicating that he was all ears.

"Walker? Never heard em called that. I just call em thingys." She was dancing around the topic, Rick noted. Either that or she just didn't feel like answering his and Daryl's questions. He was about to ask her again what she had meant earlier when she reached out and absently placed her small hand over his mouth to silence him then motioned for Daryl to be quiet and then tipped her head back and sniffed at the air and swore as she jumped to her feet so that she could scan the immediate area in front of the house.

Walkers- Five of them. Each one in various states of decay, were in the far field of the property staggering through the woods and making their unsteady way towards the house. Likely drawn there by the cattle, pigs and so on that they hadn't eaten just yet.

"Son of a bitch." She hissed as she reached down and grabbed both Rick and Daryl and hauled the two men (shocking them more than mere words could say) to their feet and quickly maneuvered them to the front door even as they protested.

Opening the front door, she quickly shoved them into the house then went to get momma cat and the kittens. She was on her way back when Hershel met her at the door with several of the others, everyone's expression varying from anger, to anxious, to concern.

No doubt wondering if they were safe on her farm after all. And she couldn't blame them for thinking that. Up until now 'walkers' weren't a regular occurrence on the farm. They mostly tended to steer clear of her domain. And the fact that these five weren't could only mean two things.

1) They were too freshly dead to know not to cross her.

And 2) Her deepest fear, their hunger was overriding what common sense they had.

"Ghost? Lisa...let some of us go with you." Rick said, his tone panicked as she looked at him and shook her head no.

"No. Stay inside. If anything happens, give these people back their guns and have Maggie take you to the bunker. There's food, electricity, animals for slaughter, water, military grade rations, medicines and weapons. There are escape tunnels that will take you three miles from here where there are vehicles equipped with beds, supplies, weapons, more military rations..." She felt someone reach out and take her hand and realized that she'd been rambling and during the time she had wasted rambling the walkers had drawn much closer to the house.

Squeezing the hand holding hers, she looked at Hershel and gave him a wane smile and then slipped her hand free and gave her last set of instructions. "Have the surgery room prepped and two bags of blood and three of plasma. Bandages. Drugs, needles, knives- everything I'm going to need to remove teeth, skin and muscle."

Hershel nodded his head and took the cats from her. "I'll have everything ready."

"Okay, looks like momma's going hunting." She said as she stepped back a few paces as her eyes turned gold and her entire appearance changed into something otherworldly.

She looked like something out of a Sci-Fi movie really, Rick thought as he gaped at her. She looked both beautiful and terrifying all at once. Like something he'd seen in a zombie B-movie once.

The zombie queen personified in living form instead of some geeks fantasy.

She let out a loud furious scream that made everyone flinch even as it died down to a low rumbling growl as the walkers reached the second fence causing them to pause for a moment almost as if they were considering turning around and stumbling away. But that was a crazy concept. Much like the concept of a zombie queen.

The walkers were still for a moment or so and then started forward again, apparently determined to devour some new flesh. Lips curled back from her fangs as they lengthened and started forward, her body moving on auto pilot as she walked down the porch steps and moved with purposeful strides down the driveway to where the walkers were and then struck.