"This looks like a good one." Rick said as he picked a greenish-red apple up off of the ground with a grin and was about to put it in his bag when Lisa grasped his wrist and lifted it half way to her face and sniffed at it and then did the most peculiar thing Daryl had ever seen before.

She turned her ear to the fruit as if she were listening for something and then looked up at Rick who had gone completely still, not sure what to think of her actions as she rasped in a tired voice that barely reached either of their ears.

"No. It's rotten. I can hear the worms writhing at the core," After which she released his wrist and moved away from him as he dropped said apple and Daryl gave a rough sounding chuckle at the other man's expense. Earning a questioning look from said man as if he were trying to say, 'Well how the hell was I supposed to know?'

Even as he cleared his throat and then asked almost tentatively, "You can hear things like that?"

Lisa didn't bother looking at him as she walked up to the nearest tree, gave it a quick once over and then said, "I can hear shit that would turn your hair white," Which wasn't a lie. She could hear shuffling, gnawing and gnashing of undead teeth over moans and screams of what few people still remained in the area as they were caught and eaten. And then there was the sudden shifting of noise on the wind several moments ago...

Something or someone was coming and she had a feeling that she would have to leave the house to draw them away. Which meant that her happy fun time with the guys needed to come to an end.

"Now come over here and stand under the tree with your sack open, this is taking far too long for my liking and I may need to leave once we're back at the house." She all but growled at him as she took up a stance and waited as Rick and Hottie both did as they were told.

And once they were in position, she exhaled softly- feeling badly for growling at them and made quick work of shaking the large tree with several well placed hits from the flat of her palm, shaking many more apples than any of them needed out of the tree so that the little orbs fell like rain.

It took ten more minutes or so for Rick and Hottie to finish collecting their halves before all three began the trek back to the house. Rick and Hottie, laughing and joking about never getting on her bad side since she'd likely kick their asses and trying to engage her in small talk about what had her so on edge all of a sudden.

But she remained silent as a tomb, occasionally stopping to glance over one of her shoulders. Her eyes worried as she scanned the woods and field. She could hear the sounds of motors about half a mile from the turnoff to her driveway. The sound of conversation.

Lewd men speaking about their need to rut and murder and to also find weapons, and other supplies.

They were drawing closer, and Lisa immediately grabbed Rick and Daryl and nearly jerked both men off of their feet as she yanked them to a stop. Her other half slowly taking over her senses as she quickly gave them both instructions to drop the damned apples, if they lived later then they could always come back to get them- and go warn the others at the house that they were about to have company.

To take the women and children and to hide behind the house until she came to get them.

Daryl understood the explicit detail of her orders, but not why they had to hide. Rick was the same and began to argue with her. "But if they're other survivors- why can't they stay here like us?"

To which Lisa replied in a cold dead tone, "I will not abide such people in my home nor on the land I live on. If they come here, I will kill them."