Meanwhile, Andrea and Lady M are trying to figure out what to do with themselves. Lady M wants to go to the coast, but Andrea wants to know why Lady M isn’t feeling this place. You’d think that Andrea would have figured out by now that she’s turned on by the scent of evil pheromones. Like an evil-sniffing bloodhound.
Hershel’s lead out to take a stroll about the yard with his perfectly-sized crutches. Olive’s newest accessory is an outie bellybutton taped to the front of her droopy melon gut. How convincing.
Everyone seems extremely moved by Hershel’s recovery and perseverance, so Rick takes this moment to gaze distantly into OO’s beady little eyes. Oh, for God’s sake!!! Move on, Rick. There are much better prospects out there, like that decaying walker across the creek.
As everyone feels the love, the wiener crew becomes surrounded by an influx of walkers coming out of nowhere. Hershel is able to fend off attacks with his crutches and everyone is able to pull off perfect headshots. OO runs inside the prison to supposed safety and I wonder how her baby doesn’t fall right out onto the concrete with it flopping around.
It’s a veritable clusterfuck which lands our much-loved T-Dogg in jeopardy. The suspense doesn’t have much of a chance to build before he gets what has been coming to him from the very first episode. A walker chews off his shoulder. That’s what the horror world gives him as a gift for being both caring and black. I call bullshit, but what can we do? He can’t possibly survive a bite to the shoulder, can he?
Damn, that’s cold.
He continues to shoot while Carol runs him inside the prison, which has also been overrun with walkers. I wonder who’s going to have to be the one to cut his head off. Maybe it’ll be Carl so he can turn 100% jaded.
At the Gub’ner’s fort, Merle tries to bone Andrea who reminds him that they never hooked up because he called her a whore. She’s giving him a map to sabotage the rest of the crew, because she’s inherently evil, too. We all know Merle wants to kill Hotstuff, which does a happy Sugarbush make. Just a note, I hope when the zombie apocalypse comes about that my hair takes to its natural curls without any effort or care, just like Andrea’s.
Our tough crew finally gets through the gate to kill all the new walkers when the sirens start to go off, bringing in more walkers. Rick looks at Cooter and Oscar for answers and, amazingly, Oscar knows exactly how the sirens work so they run in to turn them off. It’s at this time that Olive Oyl realizes that she’s not getting the attentions he so desperately needs, so she goes into labor. What a hateful bitch. She can’t even hold off while they get the walkers cleared out. /eyeroll