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An hour in a half and a couple of snacks later, Lisa finally drew Daryl's attention with a triumphant little sound as she leaned back in her seat with her hands behind her head, her back slightly arched as she watched the computer screens intently for a moment before saying.

"Okay, looks like it's almost go time. The assholes are already in the house making themselves comfy- See?" She said as she temporarily removed a hand from behind her head to point at one of the screens so that he could see them. Bending down a little bit to look at the monitor, Daryl saw what he managed to count anyways, at least twenty people.

All of which were men around his age, give or take a few years.

All were physically fit, muscular, athletic, and looked as rough as his older brother. Casting a quick glance at Lisa, he was tempted to tell her- oh hell no- and drag her back to the bunker kicking and screaming if he had too. They were not going to tangle with those mean ass looking fuckers.

Especially her. He suddenly felt very worried about what would happen if those guys got their hands on her since they didn't look to have a friendly bone in their damn bodies. And he was slowly but surly beginning to fear what may happen to her if she engaged them since he wasn't sure if he'd be able to help her no matter how hard he may try.

"What do you think of our odds if I call for some help from those," She scrunched up her nose a little bit in an oddly cute manner before going on to say in a distasteful tone. "Thingy's... To thin them out a bit so that we can pick them off?"

He exhaled slowly before answering, "I'm not sure what exactly you are thinking about? What do you mean call those 'thingy's'? Do you mean the walkers?"

"Hn? Yeah."

"I think your crazy for wanting to call them here. Especially when it could mean more shit to clean up later." And then there was the fact that he was a person with a pulse and thus was seen as food by the walkers. But of course he didn't bother saying this since he was pretty sure that Lisa had something in mind to keep him safe from their grasp while picking off the bastards trespassing in her home.

Kneeling down next to her seat, he crowded her small form a little bit and used a hand to make her look at him as he asked her in a somewhat uncertain tone, "You sure you wanna do this? Just the two of us?"

There was no hesitation in her reply. She was absolutely one hundred and ten percent sure that the two of them could do this and reclaim her home and make it safe again for the others.

Sighing he quietly nodded his head in understanding and dropped his hand away from her face and asked, "Okay. How you wanna do this?" No sooner than he had uttered the words than she flashed him a small fanged smile and was up out of her chair so fast that she nearly knocked him over.

Moving away from her computer desk and the monitor's sitting there keeping silent vigil over everyone within her domain, Lisa made her way to one of the cabinets in her little kitchen and quickly dug out the small medical kit there and then returned to where Daryl was for a moment.

Just long enough to push the kit into his hands and tall him to 'hold onto that' as she brushed by him to go into the bedroom next and dug out a couple of walkie-talkies and some batteries that she kept hidden in a small nook under her bed along with a few other things.

Like the military grade grenades she had decided to keep.

Come to think of it- a few of those might come in handy. She thought to herself as she pulled out four but left the rest in their hiding place out of the way.

Gathering everything up, she walked back into the small living room and gracefully folded her legs so that she was sitting indian style on the floor just a few inches across from him and laid everything out for him.

The grenades he could see coming in handy. The walkie's too. But the med kit...not so much. Not unless he got injured or something anyways.

"Okay..." He said slowly as he watched her push a walkie towards him, complete with working batteries before taking a hold of the medical kit and opening it and pulling out an clean syringe and popping the cap off of it and then stabbing herself in the wrist with it. "Hey! What the hell are you-" He started to say when he remembered that she had explained that her blood could heal mortal injuries and even regenerate and raise the dead. "Oh. Right. Sorry." He said as she gave him a weird look as she put the cap back on the used syringe and then grabbed three more.

"I'm going to give you these so that if you get injured or bitten- you'll heal instead of die. I want you to use one before we go out. The effects should last for about two hours. Use another just in case you get bitten. And another if you get mortally wounded."

"Isn't that a little overboard?"

"Nope. It's called covering all of your bases."

Daryl said nothing as she finished up with the needles before capping the last one and then scooting them across the floor to him and then licked the small wound on her wrist as she said, "Now this is what we're going to do..."