Well this last episode of our favorite zombie survival group seems to be causing a little bit of a controversy. Well, shit happens. I say it’s a work of fiction and should be treated as such. But, that’s just me.
No one’s secrets are safe with Glenn it seems. Poor guy. Shooting lessons begin! Shane and Andrea do the horizontal hustle. Who called it?? Yeah, that was me. Sophia is still missing…yawn on that storyline–way past time to close that one. That milk hath runneth dry. Lori makes a half-hearted attempt at abortion with some morning-after pills–even if she didn’t throw them up, they wouldn’t have worked. Clearly her heart wasn’t in it. Yay for unborn child, ick for survival chances. Oh, and, eff that douchebag Hershel, and his hot daughter. Guh. Dale might want to take a shotgun to Shane. And FINALLY the cat’s out of the bag. Rick is a good guy; he puts up with a lot of shit.
So this was more on the soap opera end. I knew a zombie was going to attack Maggie, but I also knew Glenn would save her. I was not in fear for any of the characters’ livelihoods so it was a wee bit blah. But I sure am happy they dropped all of the secret horseshit and got back to worrying about surviving…maybe.
Tune in next Sunday at 9 pm on AMC for the mid-season finale of The Walking Dead!
P.S. In honor of Thanksgiving Day…we’re having a bit of a gluttony theme this week. We felt it was appropriate. And really, if we’re talking seven deadly sins, which monster is best to represent gluttony?? I think the zombie–all they do is noms.