City-dwelling walkers pause over their bloody lunch of stiff pig or dog, can’t really tell, mid-slurp to listen to and watch a helicopter pass overhead. Without spoken communication they begin to gather and move en-mass in the direction of the chopper. Another horde migration (like the one in the season opener that saw Sophia chased off) has begun.
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All good things must come to an end.
Thankfully, sometimes bad things come to an end too. Continue reading
Well Carl? Just what do you have to say for yourself young man? Hmmm? Oh, who am I kidding? Run along young man and find something nasty and dead to poke with a stick. It’s what any normal boy would do. Especially one growing up during the zombie apocalypse. There’s plenty of gross stuff to keep a kid busy for weeks! Continue reading
To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come…” (Hamlet, bitches!)
There will be blood, squishy wet sounds, the dead eating the living,
more blood, and, of course, the screaming.
“I hear Nebraska’s nice.” — Sheriff Rick Grimes
This episode starts right where the last one ended—with Rick setting his jaw and putting one clean shot into Sophia’s small head. Daryl keeps holding Carol who is inconsolable. He tells her not to look and she doesn’t. Instead she wrestles from his arms and runs away from her daughter. A little farther back, Lori sits on the ground holding on to Carl. She hasn’t thought to cover his eyes or move him away from the sight of his father killing his young friend. Continue reading
Shhhh. I think Rick likes to kill little girls. Better hope Lori’s bringing Carl a little brother. (No, I don’t really think his character has any evil in him, it’s just that the one of the very first walkers we saw him kill was a little girl in her pink nighty, and now he may have to kill a little girl in a rainbow-decal shirt. I know he understands when the most loving thing you can offer is a quick, merciful death.) Contrary to Shane’s ravings. Rick is made for this world.
Zombie killing = lady boners. Oh yes. I think there is money to be made from this connection. Offing the undead is an easy way to get chicks! Perhaps this is how the zombie apocalypse was triggered in the first place. I had speculated that it was the fault of Jeff Dunham and his terrifying fan army, but now I see that it could be something that got out of a lab that was innocently looking for the Holy Grail of medical research…lady boners.
Merle is a guardian angel straight from heaven. He’s just not a fairy tale version. He’s Daryl’s. So when Merle says, “Look at you, lying in the dirt like a used rubber. You’re gonna die out here little brother.” You know it might not be with pretty poetry, but he’s here out of love.