There was an uncomfortable silence for several heartbeats before Lisa sighed and tried starting up the talk again, "First off, I have to tell you straight up- there is no cure for this epidemic. There is no true possible chance at one unless you have the right materials. Plasma; from a living infected from the bloodline I mentioned earlier. Blood. And several types of tissue. Brain tissue for starters. Then lung. Intestines. Stomach..." She stopped talking for a moment and looked around at everyone's faces.

Hershel and the girls aside, the others were keeping their thoughts to themselves. Each was wearing a poker face that made it difficult to read them. Difficult, but not impossible.

"Do you get the picture? Do you understand?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head.

Everyone in the room was maintaining their silence for now. Possibly trying to wrap their heads around what she had just said. Maybe. But because she couldn't tell if they really understood what she was saying, much less paying any attention- she begun to wonder if perhaps she should just hand over the medical files and recordings that she had stolen from the military upon her escape.

Only trouble was, if she did, they would know the extent of experimentation and tests done on her as a child. Not only that but she would be outed as the last of her families bloodline.

The people responsible for ripping the world they knew away from them and taking all of their family and friends from them. And though she was a bit smarter than average, she had no idea how knowing that would go over. But she was betting, not well. Not well at all.

The situation was quickly becoming something sort of like Frankenstein's monster and his deeply rooted terror of fire and all things that could burn him to death...

And the more she thought about it, the more it all made her head spin until-

"Go on Lisa," Hershel encouraged her, obviously just as curious if not more so than everyone else in the room. "Finish telling us what you know."

"As I was saying before, the origins of the initial outbreak was due to a very specific bloodline riddled with disease, illness and over the course of the past two hundred years- mutations. There is a little bit of everything ranging from scarlet fever, smallpox, to a mutated strain of rabies, Porphyric Hemophilia," A lot of people gave her a funny look. Apparently having never heard of the rare genetic disorder that attacked the brain and made one believe that they would perish unless they drank blood. "Hershel please explain to them about that last one."

The elder took several minutes to cover what Porphyric Hemophilia was and what it did to a person medically before she begun speaking again.

"And a few other things that can be spread like a plague... Which would probably explain a lot about how it's spread from person to person. Aside from being air born, I learned a little while back- before the outbreak got out of control- that the scratches and bites originally have very little to do with actually passing on the infection. I did however learn that each of the thingys, the 'walkers', as you call them- each have a second row of teeth hidden behind the first."

"Upon first turning, the second row of teeth begins to develop and grow in behind the originals along with a small set of fangs no bigger that the human canine that upon attacking one of the living for supposed consumption, descends to not just rip a hunk of flesh out of you, but also to inject a venom like substance which is actually what turns you into one of them."

"And because the use of venom is...well, used- They tend to go for part of the body littered with arteries and veins. So that the venom will travel through the body quicker. Which is sort of brilliant for something that sort of has the higher brain function of a pea if you really think about it." Lisa rambled a little bit with a frown. Not really noticing the looks of anger and outrage she was getting from various people around the room while Hottie and Rick both just seemed to quietly absorb the info she was giving them before Rick dared to ask,

"As interesting as it is to know all that stuff- How exactly did you come across it? Did you catch one? Dissect it? How?"

Lisa looked up at them and started to open her mouth to say that she belonged to the family that had started the outbreak, but the second she caught the mad look in Crazies eyes and thought better of it and automatically replied, "Sure. Let's go with that."

"So before the initial outbreak occurred, what exactly were you doing? Aside from gathering information, that is." Rick asked curiously causing Lisa to automatically point to Hershel before saying,

"When I was a little kid, I once lived here. Then some very bad people came and killed my family. I suffered severe wounds while trying to escape," Hershel and the girls looked at her, all of them wondering why this was the first they were hearing of such things pertaining to her childhood. "I was shot in both of my knees, and three times in my mid and lower spine in an effort for the really bad guys to keep me from running away while they kidnapped me. I then spent a great deal of time after I healed in captivity in an former military base run by fanatics who used me in experiments and such... I think they had actual military connections at some point and some black market connections too because they had a lot of stuff that normal fanatics wouldn't have."

"I was with them until I was about ten or so and started to grow into my abilities. At the same time, they wanted to try a 'fun' new experiment with me. They wanted to see if it was possible to breed me, a living human, with a newly turned walker-" Everyone in the room looked at her, horrified. Especially Hershel and the girls.

And she couldn't help but think, Oh Hershel. If only I could spare you and the girls this knowledge. As well as all other knowledge.

Several moments passed before a very, very hesitant Maggie asked in a trembling tone, "H-How exactly were they planning to breed you with one of those things?"

"W-Well since I'm different from everyone else- My blood carries with it great potential..." Everyone stared at her and waited with bated breath to hear how exactly her poisonous blood could have been considered useful. "Because along with what you've seen so far, it was also discovered that I carry a way to regenerate dead and dying cells and that could mean a cure for just about any and every known illness and disease known to us so far. And they were hoping that by breeding me, I would somehow pass some of that along to my offspring since it was determined that I'm far more likely to birth a living, breathing child than a dead zombie thingy."

"So they waited until I had my first- and was ovulating- and they chained me to a wall and gathered five freashly turned walkers and they put them all in the room with me to see if anything would happen." Hershel covered his mouth with one hand, trying to hold back the bile at the mere thought of his adopted daughter being put in chains as a child and being forced to breed with something already dead. Especially dead things that were dangerous and went around killing people.

"So... What happened?" An elderly man among Rick's group asked curiously.

"Well, first of all- any people in here with weak stomachs?" Lisa asked as her eyes scanned the crowd of faces in her dinning room. And when after a moment or so only one or two people put their hands up Lisa pointed to the door. "Then you should leave for now. Anything of relevancy will be told to you later by one of you're friends if you ask. But things are about to go above and beyond messy- And there will be blood and gore the likes of which none of you may be able to get out of your heads after this. So if you have a weak stomach, leave now... Believe me, I wish that I could-"