Meet your new mommy.
Greetings & salutations, my favorite internet peeps! I really enjoyed last night’s episode – a loose plot thread was FINALLY (albeit somewhat conveniently…I think the producers have been reading our comments) tied up, and there wasn’t the constant jumping around from one subplot to the next. So let’s get to it!
First, Lori makes an appearance in the “previously on” which made me fear for the potential subplots and ghost sightings to come… But we open on a sign that says “Erin, we left for Stone Mountain. -J,” and Rick, Carl, and Michonne en route to…somewhere?
Last week when Rick mentioned he was bouncing on Shawshank (again), I immediately he thought he meant he was going to Woodbury/E. Berlin. Some of you alerted me in the comments that he actually said he was going on a run, which makes much more sense! Gotta find another arsenal before taking down Gov & STD. And we all know arsenals (fully loaded with endless supplies of ammo, no less) are a dime a dozen in the apocalypse.
The 3 Musketeers pass a random dude and just drive right the hell by. Pardon my asking, but don’t you assholes need all the help you can get at this point? I am now convinced the douchebaggery aspects of the apocalypse are worse than the actual walkers.
They come across some wreckage and are immediately surrounded by walkers. The camera zooms in on a bracelet that says Erin; I mention this because I thought it might be some type of foreshadowing (just wanted to show off my English degree…), but I think it was just a reminder that the walkers were once human too. Or something. I’m not entirely sure the showrunners are familiar with storytelling concepts like foreshadowing…
Anyway, the crew raids the cars at the site of this traffic jam. Rick tells Carl he invited Michonne on their father/son date because a) he has jungle fever, b) he wants her to be Carl’s new mom, or c) he didn’t want to leave her at Shawshank with Merle?
That would be d, all of the above.
Well, the guy on foot from earlier shockingly (sarcasm) catches up with them and is still screaming his ass off. Rick & Co. dickishly take off. Look, I understand this hive mentality they’ve got going on when it comes to trusting groups/pairs of new people. But one singular person doesn’t pose as big of a threat to a large group – even a group that is as lame as the Rickettes currently are. And listen, I know we love our Rickettes, but between the amputee, newborn baby, and Luna Lovegood, they’re not exactly Navy SEALS. Furthermore, they would’ve been screwed if Hershel hadn’t agreed to let him stay on his farm. HOW QUICKLY WE FORGET!
…and god knows I’ve tried.