While everyone sits around the campfire, Herschel asks Beth to sing a song for him. Even the writers for this show that is so inventive and entertaining can’t deny a lame campfire song performance. Then, to further this notion, Maggie joins her halfway through. Rick shows up and is kind enough to not point out the lameness of this scene.
Rick hopes that the commissary is untouched since all of the walkers around are dresses up as prison guards and prisoners, meaning they must have been hit pretty early on. In order to tell the difference between a zombie and a living prisoner, that genius Olive Oyl suggests dropping soap in the showers and watching their reaction. My god, I hate that woman. She is the Janet Gavin of the zombie apocalypse.
We finally get to see what happened to Andrea. The chick in the hood is a dreadlocked beauty with a badass katana, chopping up walkers like Butch saving Marcellus in Zed’s lair. I wonder where her zombie chained slaves are. I loved how that made her look like a Road Warrior. This is the apocalypse, after all.
Back at Attica, a small group of the toughest survivors fight walkers on the way in who just so happen to be in full riot gear. Everyone is kicking major undead ass. Maggie shows up the boys by trying to pull a Three Stooges eye gouge, but resorts to just upper-cutting him with a shiv.
They make it inside the big house and find one of the security guards with an obvious “opt out” wound. Oh, wait a tick! If they’re in a prison, maybe they’ll stumble upon a zombified Amber Portwood. (Sorry, I’m still going through Teen Mom snark withdrawal.)
There are a few other suicide corpses, but all in all it’s a pretty fancy joint.
By the way, did anyone else notice this little scene when Rick rips the face off a walker while it hisses at him? I thought Sam Raimi may have had a hand in this episode.
Once the inside is secured, the rest are invited in. When Olive attempts to thank Rick for the sweet digs, he gives her the cold shoulder. Ha! Take that, bitch!
Beth and Carl walk into a cell where Beth introduces us to her minx-y side by plopping down on the bottom bunk and oohing and aahing to Carl about how “comfy” it is and that he should try it. As soon as Carl makes a move to hit the top bunk, Grandpa Hershel waltzes in and asks Carl if he’s found himself a room yet. How old is Beth supposed to be? I don’t remember being interested in 12-year-olds when I was in my mid- to late-teens. But, I guess when the man pool is so sparsely populated, you gotta’ take what you can get.
Gee, my shoulders are really tense from all of this walker-killin’…