Lisa pulled a clean, mint colored sweater over her head as she stared at the concrete floor of the locker room across and down the hall just a bit from the medical supply room and freezer where she had stored the two bodies from earlier.

Pulling the overly large sweater down over her hips until the hem covered the white spandex shorts she was wearing over her panties and then pulled her damp white-ish hair out of the collar of her shirt as she tried to think of how the upcoming talk was going to go.

She was feeling a tad bit optimistic after her semi nice shower so she'd bet it was going to go about as well as the Hindenburg crash. Or possibly as well as the sinking of the Titanic.

It was all villagers with pitchforks and torches to her.

Either way she was still feeling a little bit optimistic at the moment as she thought over everything that would possibly need to be covered during the talk she was going to have with...everyone...

Ugh.

There was so much subject matter to cover that she was starting to get a headache from just thinking about it.

From the outbreak source (her family's fault, sorry humanity) to the way it spread (the real way) to the military conducting experiments on her for several years until she grew into her abilities and became stronger, to her escape and return home where she started to prepare for the inevitable.

Again, sorry humanity, but the whole outbreak never would have happened if her family hadn't been killed by the military since the various medical illnesses and such carried in their blood had mutated over the past several hundred years and upon the execution of her kin had mutated again.

Causing the fall of the human race as a whole in less than six months.

Which while impressive, was also scary as hell.

Mutated illnesses and diseases should not be so potent. But thankfully since she'd had the past ten years to be paranoid and use her time to prepare for what was coming, she had learned some interesting things about herself as well as the thingys Rick had dubbed 'walkers'.

1) There was no true known cure against the epidemic. Not unless someone was like her. But they had to be born to her families bloodline specifically. (Sorry people)

2) While there was no known true cure- there were ways around turning for those who got bitten and scratched and became infected. But it had to happen within a certain time frame and her blood and the venom her small fangs produced was needed.

This was absolute since the both acted as a temporary inoculation against the infection. Temporarily changing the infected person into a semi being like her thus giving them enough time to heal.

But it only lasted a day or so at the most. Tops.

She knew from personal experience because of an incident that took place once when she was still a kid, shortly after her escape from the military facility. She had been about fifty or so miles from home, passing through some town she couldn't even recall the name of and she'd come across a bad car wreck.

The vehicle had been nothing but smoking, bloodied and twisted metal wrapped around a tree with a family of four in it. She had walked up to it and looked inside to see it there were any survivors. There had been. An injured man and two kids between the age of seven and one year.

They'd all been badly hurt.

And despite wanting to go home, she had known that she couldn't just leave them there to slowly die. It wouldn't have been right. So she had gripped the twisted metal of the nearest door- ignoring the burning sting of the hot metal in her grasp- she ripped it from what was left of the hinges.

And carefully pulled the children out first before going to get the man and pulling him from the car and carrying him on her back a good seventy feet or so away from the destroyed vehicle so that once the flames finally reached the gas tank and the car blew none of them would be anywhere near it.

Once she settled the man on the ground next to the kids, she took a moment to go over their injuries. The man had several shattered bones, ruptured organs and was bleeding out internally. Where as the oldest of the two kids was suffering from a brain bleed and a punctured lung. And the infant...

He was in the worst shape.

He wasn't breathing. His heart was slowing to a crawl- His small body twitching in it's death throes as she quickly pulled the back pack that she had kept on her to carry the few things she needed plus the medical supplies that she had stolen from the military base before leaving. Including several vials of her venom and a few bags of her blood, from her back and dug through it until she had two bottles of venom laid out along with four bags of blood and five needles.

Staring up two IV's, one for the man and another for the oldest kid, she then hooked each of them up with a bag of blood and then fixed three needles of venom and quickly jabbed one of them into the infant's chest.

Injecting the healing agent straight into it's heart and then carefully with drew the needle from it's chest and took a moment to gently do compresses on it's chest with the flat of one hand to keep it's heart going.

She'd need the venom to circulate completely if it was going to work. While using her free hand to give the man and eldest child both their dose of the venom. Hoping that by sharing her blood and venom with them that she was doing the right thing instead of making a horrible, horrible mistake.

After all, she wasn't entirely sure just how her venom worked at the moment. But she was sure that it had something to do with blood. Which was why once the baby began to breathe again, just to be on the safe side of things, she took a small syringe and filled it with some of her blood from one of the plastic bags and gave the baby a nice healthy shot of it to equalize, and perhaps neutralize any ill effects going on inside of his body due to the venom.

Luckily she hadn't been wrong about what her blood and venom together could do.

She had saved three innocent people. And the act alone had been amazing and had even given her some hope that perhaps something good could come of her childhood tragedy and loss.

Thinking back on everything she felt that day, she sort of felt like a dumbass for thinking that anything good would come of what had happened to her and her family. But no- she and her family were more or less single handedly at fault for the fall of the entire human race.

Passing by a mirror as she began to make her way out of the locker, she paused to look at herself for a second. But just a second before she was forced to look away and quickly made a beeline for the nearest bathroom where she fell to her knees in front of the toilet and vomited up practically everything that she had eaten earlier before finally stopping and sitting back on her heels coughing and wiping at her mouth.

Shit. That shouldn't have happened, but sometimes when she looked at herself in the mirror she felt such an overwhelming urge to get sick.

Because of who she was. What she was. And what she knew she was responsible for.

And because it was times like that when she truly, truly hated herself.