Rebel Girl Deadies go to our fave womyn warriors, Rosita (who, I predict, will fire the first bullet of the Ricksistance), and to Michonne, whose aim is always true. ❤ ❤
What I am lack in wordcount in my worship of TWD Season 7, dear readers, I more than make up for in playlist. If you don’t have access to the playlists via Spotify, I encourage you to compile them in your preferred music sharing site, and give them a listen. Each playlist is carefully and lovingly crafted, sequenced, and fine-tuned to pay homage to each TWD episode. ❤
One love, TWD Family, and for those who celebrate, Happy Thanksgiving.
I give many thanks for all of you in my TWD Family. ❤
Be safe, be well, and please enjoy the Property Of Negan Playlist. ❤
3 Days until that moment, the moment we in TWD fandom have been dreading, and anticipating…and dreading.
3 Days until we must bear witness to Negan savagely beating one (or more) members of our sweet gang to death with Lucille, a bat wrapped in barbed wire, a weapon created for the very specific purpose of shattering the skulls of certain, chosen members of a group, a community, while the others must kneel, and watch, and sob, and grieve, and accept the horror that is their lives now…a life of constant work, of constant worry, and of constant fear, a life of indentured servitude to a tyrant who seems devoid of compassion, of kindness, of reason.
As Robert Kirkman, said, so eloquently during AMC’sTWD retrospective special, “TWD: The Journey So Far,” the moment when Negan brings the bat down upon his victim is a moment that “changes absolutely everything, moving forward.”
3 Days, people, until that fateful moment.
We’ve been waiting.
But are we ready?
I don’t know, gang. I thought I was ready.
And then, this happened:
And then, it was like…whoa, whoa, whoa….wait. What? What?
What. The. Fuck. Is. That. Shit?
Like, in one moment in my life, I was completely and blissfully unaware of that shit. And then, my TWD buddies sent it to me, via group text (a.k.a. our lifeline. Daryl Partners forevs! ❤ ❤ ).
I watched it, and I watched it again, and as I watched, my world started to come down hard, and fast, all around me, with a deafening roar, until my ears were ringing and my mind was racing and I didn’t know what was happening, or where I was, any more.
The streak of blood across Rick’s cheek. Negan’s talk about the right hand, the right handman. And Simon handing Negan Rick’s hatchet, and Negan looking at Rick, that long look, before he drags Rick to the RV, holding Rick’s hatchet…what the fuck is he going to do with that hatchet? Is he going to cut our man Rick Grimes’ hand off with Rick’s own hatchet?
And then the slam of the RV door, behind Negan, dragging Rick, throwing him into the RV, and the horrible moment of silence, the horrible moment of not knowing what just happened, not knowing what is about to happen, inside that RV, that silence broken only by the soft sobbing in the background, male, and female.
And, as the camera pans down, we see, first, Daryl’s bloodied blanket on the ground, and as the camera continues down, the shot rests, just for a moment, on the bloody remains of what once was a living, breathing, beautiful, brilliant, beloved member of our sweet, sweet gang.
I cannot. I cannot. But, I must. We must.
As Glenn Rhee told Daryl Dixon, in TWD Episode 510, “We can make it together. But we can only make it together.”
(Long, ragged breath, here. Glenn.Glenn…I cannot. I cannot. But, I must. We must.)
Because we must, darlings, in the spirit of a much-needed rallying cry, and in the spirit of the Law of the7 P’s, I am going to take us through The 7 P’s of Surviving TWD Season 7, barnfullawalkers-style.
For those of you who haven’t learned the Law of the 7 P’s, it goes like this:
Now, this saying may sound old-timey and lame AF to some, while others of you may be rolling your eyes to the back of your head and beyond at this point, because you’ve heard your parents, and your grandparents, say it forlikeyour whole freaking life, but I am telling you, kids, it wasn’t until I was in my mid-thirties until I first heard the Law of the 7 P’s, and frankly, I wish someone had told it to me sooner.
It may have saved me a lot of trouble over the years.
So, in the spirit of paying it forward to young humanity, I offer you my personal patented system of The 7 P’s Of Surviving TWD Season 7 (additional “P” words may, and will, be added as addendums, i.e. add-ons, because we all know I can be loquacious AF when I get on a roll…)
Partner(s) … (as in, Daryl Partner(s) ❤ Now, darlings, back in the day, just before the TWD Season 4 mid-season premiere, I penned my first prepost, thus starting a time-honored tradition at barnfullawalkers(along with some of the best playlists I have made, yet…I don’t know why, but the prepost playlists are always extra awesome. Maybe because we’re all so stoked for the upcoming TWD season.) :
In this post, I came up with the idea of securing a “Daryl Partner,” a ride-or-die-fellow-TWD-fan-friend (s) who will be there to support you in these dire times, when a favorite TWD character meets his or her untimely, and tragic, demise.
We predicted this time long ago, my friends, this time when we are looking at the imminent death of one or more major, beloved character(s). And here we are, only days away, crying at stoplights when sentimental songs come on the radio, or when we see a certain post, or rewatch a certain TWD episode.
I know you all know what I am talking about, because we are all in it, people. We signed up for this crazy ride, and shit’s about to get real (even though, you know, it is only a show, but we TWD fans know it’s so much more than that. It kind of reminds me of that Harley-Davidson saying from back in the day, “If you have to ask, then you wouldn’t understand.”)
Whether in the IRL or online, your Daryl Partners are a vital lifeline for you right now. Keep the lines of communication open. Reach out, check in with each other. Give, and receive, the love. These are trying times.
Remember, we can make it together. But, we can only make it together.
(Blinking back tears, trying to compose myself, again.)
As Andy Lincoln said so eloquently during the TWD retrospective special, “I think the audience needs to not watch the returning episode alone. Be with your loved ones, and hold hands, and make a nice meal. Really say nice things to each other, and tell them you love them, before embarking on this returning episode.”
Listen to the beautiful, wise man, loves. He knows.
2. Personal Coping Methodology/Pharmaecopia: We all have our own ways of dealing with stress, loves, some more advisable than others. Nobody is here to judge, and if you are, well, then, you need to know that around these parts, we are all about love and acceptance.
Some years ago, I came up with a saying, “For every vice, adopt a virtue, and vice-versa.” And, in my life, I have held true to that, and it in the process, I have had lots of fun and have managed to keep it relatively tight and tidy over the years.
I highly recommend it.
Personally, I like dabbling in a rock-n-roll lifestyle, and I also like taking care of body, mind, and spirit. It’s like having your cake and your kombucha, too.
So, my personal coping methodology may include a pot of green tea earlier, with a shot of whiskey later. I may do my yoga to death metal. I may stay up way too late blogging, and need two or three strong cups of coffee with that CoffeeMate Sweet Italian cream creamer stuff to get the kids to school on time (barely) and me to work by 8 am (again, barely). Or, on my off-day-weekdays, I may drop the kids off at school, come back home, and go back to bed, and ignore the piles of dirty dishes to be washed or piles of clean laundry to be folded. (I really, really love those days.)
So, darlings, it’s time to stock your larder with lovely things to eat, maybe some chocolate for when those seratonin levels start dipping. Green tea, Sleepy Time tea, Bach’s Rescue Remedy, perhaps something a little stronger. Drink plenty of water. Take your supplements. Make your bed extra cozy, take a mental health day from work, and hide under the covers. Bingewatch Gilmore Girls. Hug your loved ones, cuddle your pets.
Keep in touch with your Daryl Partner(s).
Do what you gotta do, gang, whatever works for you to get through the day, as long as it doesn’t do undue harm to self or others.
3. Physical Exercise: Even if you are an avowed geek who reviles exercise, it would do your body good to step away from the screen and go for a walk, outside, with or without earbuds, for thirty minutes a day whenever possible. Physical exercise staves off depression, it keeps your heart and bones strong, and it keeps your lymphatic system moving, which bolsters your body’s immune system. If you break a sweat, that’s even better, as sweating helps the body to rid itself of toxins. Just remember to drink plenty of water. And wear your sunscreen.
Whatever exercise you like to do, it’s a great time, and great weather, to do it.
Biking. Treadmill. Gardening. Yoga. Dancing. Swimming. Stationary bike. Running. Laser tag. Pilates. A spirited bout of air hockey, pinball, or foosball, even. Go bowling with your Daryl Partners. Take your dog for a walk.
But, whatever you do, darlings, if you are out and about, please do not, I repeat, DO NOT, take any money, candy, or puppies from any shady clown, or clowns, you may see loitering about.
And please, do NOT ever follow said shady clowns into the woods, even if they say there’s a really awesome clown kegger going down there.
Nothing good can come from that, darlings. Not a damn thing.
Unless, of course, you happen to be Norman Reedus. ❤ 😀
4. Pampering/Panacea/Parasympathetic Nervous System: You might not even know what some these words even mean, but the basic message here is that you’ve got to let your body, mind, and spirit rest, relax, and recover whenever possible, especially now that TWD Season 7 is upon us.
See, kids, the parasympathetic nervous system is the involuntary part of the central nervous system that recharges, repairs, and rebuilds our body’s structures, organs, and systems when we are resting, sleeping, or deeply relaxed. It works in conjunction with the sympathetic nervous system, the voluntary aspect of the central nervous system which is on high alert when we are in “fight or flight mode,” or in modern society-speak, the “multitasking” or “getting it done” parts of our daily lives.
To be able to tackle the challenges that we face throughout our days, and soon, throughout our Sunday nights, we need to pamper ourselves with relaxing activities like soothing baths, yoga, meditation, massage. Even putting your feet up with a cuppa something lovely and watching a favorite feel-good movie, or show, can help your body’s parasympathetic nervous system take over for a spell, and recharge your batteries.
5. Posts, Pictures, Playlists, Procrastination, Prayer/Ritual, Predictions, Prognoses, Promises, and (Shameless Self) Promotions & Plugs: As always, dear readers, I will continue to show my endless love and devotion to our favorite show with blog posts, which may include some, or all, of the following:
Pictures, playlists, prose, poetry, links to other pop-culture sites and media, and other forms of parody (as long as it’s hilarious).
I cannot promise week after week of 10,000+ word epic recaps and deconstructions, a la my Season 5-style blog posts, because my life is too full, and too busy, these days. If an endeavor doesn’t contribute to raising my kids, making a paycheck, or keeping a home furnished, fed, and functioning, then any additional activity or hobby pretty much takes a back seat to what needs to be done in the moment. (And, as nobody has offered me a job yet doing this, then this blog is, out of necessity, filed under “hobby.”)
I do, however, promise you this: Any and all offerings from barnfullawalkers will be 100% all about the love for TWD, our sweet gang, and my TWD family worldwide.
And, now, comes the Shameless Self-Promoting & Plugs part of the P’s: If you like reading my blog, follow my @barnfullawalkers Instagram account, and you will be treated to my many postings about TWD, and my obsession with pop-culture in general.
Sometimes, I even post cool pictures of my garden, or the world around me, or even an occasional selfie. It’s like getting little morsels of the blog around the clock.
Show the love, people, not only to my IG account, but to any of the IG accounts featured in this post, if you’re not already. You’ll be glad you did!
In my own personal coping methodology, prayer and ritual are a big part of me getting in the zone. Building small shrines to Rick and the sweet gang, burning fires in the fire pit, working in my garden, burning candles, incense, and making cut flower arrangements, whimsical art, etch. are all rituals that I do to get myself focused to write, to post, to create. It is also my way of showing my undying love and devotion to TWD.
I am almost always listening to the barnfullawalkers musical playlists that are in varying stages of creation, or completion, as I am doing these rituals of mine, that help me stay connected to TWD and my personal creative offerings and edits.
Whatever your spiritual beliefs, or non-beliefs, may be, I highly recommend all TWD fans to engage in their own personal ritual when times get tough, to send out the love.
So, go ahead, light a candle, create a shrine, or find some creative way to show Rick and the sweet gang, and TWD, the love. I know, from many of the amazing offshoot projects that have blossomed from The Walking Dead comic and television series, that many TWD fans are already doing just that.
Prognoses and Predictions: Ok, here goes, gang. I know I originally predicted that Glenn Rhee, and/or maybe Aaron to be my top guesses as to who Negan picked to get the bat.
I am amending this guess, after many compelling hours discussing, reviewing, and theorizing with my TWD b’s and online TWD family. I am now, along with many, many TWD fans, predicting that both Glenn Rhee and Abraham Ford are the unlucky victims who get beaten by Negan’s prized weapon, Lucille.
It is hard to say it, let alone imagine it, but I can only pray that if that is indeed the case, then hopefully both Steven Yeun and Michael Cudlitz are kept on in a directing/writing/production capacity, especially since any actors who were around for Season 6 had to, to some degree, continue to show up for work at TWD productions until the airing of the TWD S7 premiere episode, so as to not give anything away.
Whoever gets the bat, may TWD, Inc. make it worth their while in the end. I am sure that the airing of this premiere episode will be difficult and emotional for the cast and crew on many levels (as it certainly will be for the fans), but I do imagine it will also bring a great deal of relief, especially to the actors that have had to keep this secret for many months, even from their closest family and friends.
I was going to go into other predictions, and theories, with this prepost, but I am thinking that maybe I will get into those thoughts later, and address them in future posts. I have many thoughts about Rick, about Daryl, and about Dwight, whom I predict will play a major role in continuing to teach us about the inner workings of Negan, and the Saviors, and who will, I feel, play a key, probably tragic role in the uprising against Negan.
¡Viva La Ricksistance!
6. Pacing, Prioritizing, Perserverance, Processing, and Purity of the Art Form: As difficult as it may be to process the intensity, the plot twists, and the losses of beloved characters as the TWD story continues to unfold, we as fans must respect the purity of the art form and roll with what Kirkman, Gimple, Nicotero and Co. are dishing out. They have a plan, they are super inspired, and we must have faith in that.
The fact that millions of people are feeling real grief over the anticipated death of one or more beloved fictional characters, and the potential maiming, trauma, heartbreak for other beloved fictional characters, proves that Kirkman, Gimple, Nicotero and Co. are doing, well, a smash-up, bash-up job.
Pace yourselves, darlings. Power off if you need to, go outside and be in nature. Make taking care of yourself, and the ones you love, the priority. We are in this for the long haul.
I dedicate this post to my sister, Peg, who has been a diehard fan of the TWD television series since the beginning, and whose birthday is on Sunday, 10/23. I love you sweetie. Stay strong. I am with you, always. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
And to all the TWD fans out there, I love you guys. Stay strong, and remember:
“We can make it together. But, we can only make it together.”
Until Sunday, gang. Be well, and enjoy the playlist. ❤
(All images used in this post are screencaps from AMC’s“The Walking Dead” and “Talking Dead” unless otherwise specified.)
Hello, loves…it has been far too long.
I have missed you all, and TWD, very much.
This spring threw a lot of life my way, at great rate, and I have been “adulting” like a mother, both literally and figuratively, since the TWD Season 6 finale aired and rocked TWD fandom like a hurricane.
Some of the adulting was super fun, some of it sucked ass….but, hey, that’s how adulting goes.
Now, thank the gods, summer’s here, about half way through by now, and while some aspects of my world haven’t slowed down much, others have.
Finally, I find myself more able to create spaces of time to steal away for some focused hours at the laptop, so we can hash it all out about TWD’s harrowing, iconic Season 6 finale episode, Ep 616,“Last Day on Earth.”
And just in time, too, as the #SDCC2016 is less than a week away, as is the #TWDSDCC2016 panel, which, of course, will include the premiere showing of the official TWD Season 7 trailer. 😀
And, here is the supremely awesome first official TWD S7 poster, which we will be deconstructing a bit later in this post, as we discuss my personal guesses as to who may have gotten the bat…but, more on that, later! ❤
Ah, memories.
It’s been 3 months + since that scene, since those harrowing final 15 minutes of Episode 616 bludgeoned our collective skulls, and left us gaping, speechless as we watched Jeffrey Dean Negan gleefully bash an as-yet-unknown member of our sweet gang (from the first-person perspective, the poor victim’s point of view) to their violent, brutal, bloody death at the hands of a merciless foe, and his barbaric weapon-of-choice: Lucille, a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire.
It was as if we, the viewers, were on our knees, right in there amongst Rick and the others, bracing ourselves for the blows as Jeffrey Dean Negan brought Lucille down, hard, again, and again, and again, until the camera lens ran red with fake blood, and the camera veered crazily, falling sideways as it were we who struggled to right ourselves after the first blow… to stay alive, even for one moment longer.
And, when Jeffery Dean Negan bent forward, delighted, and peered into the camera lens, to study his victim’s face, it was as if he were studying our faces as he doubled over, laughing, pointing, mocking:
“Oh, ho, ho, look at that!Taking itlike achamp!”
And, we watched, in doomed horror and finality, as Jeffrey Dean Negan brought Lucille up one more time, with a flourish, over his victim’s head, over all of our heads, and with all his might and fury, brought the spiked bat down, and that is the last thing we saw, before the screen went black, and only the wet, dead, horrible sounds of the final blows remained, each one ringing out in the blackness, each one causing us to flinch, to wince.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Finally, merciful silence.
On the black screen, final credits began to roll.
Mic drop.
We looked at the screen. We looked at each other. We looked back at the screen, at the credits silently rolling.
Whaa…t?
Kirkman?Gimple? Nicotero??
All at once, the entirety of TWD fandom exploded into a fury of social media posts, pics, bitching, fuming, theories, debates, expletives as to who lost that fatal round of Negan’s “Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.”
The uproar was so great that Scott M. Gimple, in the first few moments of Talking Dead, turned directly to the camera and jokingly addressed the roughly 14.2 million viewers worldwide who were still recovering from the shocking cliffhanger ending:
“That was NOT you, the viewer…that was a character!“
Robert Kirkman, who was also a guest on that night’s Talking Dead(squeezed adorably into the TD couch with fellow guests Scott M. Gimple, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and Norman Reedus), was also apologetic…to a point.
Kirkman’s sorry was more like,“Sorry, not sorry.”
While echoing Scott M. Gimple’s apologies to any TWD fans who were still disgruntled about the S6 cliffhanger ending, RobertKirkman def seemed to be in especially high spirits, trading grim “fake-talk-show-coffee=mug-prop” barbs with ChrisHardwick over the subject of the future Baby Judith…
…and one-uppingChris Hardwick’s joking speculation that Judith would grow up “to be a lot like Shane,” with the quick rejoinder that perhaps Baby Judith wouldn’t get a chance to grow up, at all(to the mock horror and merriment of all assembled, shown here). Robert Kirkman=1, Chris Hardwick=0 😀
While Robert Kirkman definitely acknowledged that they at TWD, Inc.knew that the jolting, cliffhanger ending of TWD’s Season 6 could upset some of their fan base, he hoped that the fans would realize that the events that the catalytic ending scene, and the long-anticipated arrival of Negan, would set off TWD Season 7 with a new energy and excitement that would drive the TWD television series storyline “for many seasons to come.”
(And, hey, that’s great news, right?)
On TD, Kirkman reminded Chris Hardwick, along with fellow guests and viewers, that he created originally created, and introduced, the character of Negan for the 100th issue of The Walking Dead comic book series.
As Kirkman explained, by the 100th issue of a comic series, even the most devout readers may be tempted to give the ghost on the series, and perhaps move onto something else, especially if the long-running series has been coasting on its laurels, and losing its creative impact over time.
So, Kirkman gave his TWD comic series fans a lovely party gift for the century issue of the TWD comic book series: Negan, a charismatic, complex, catalytic villian who completely changed the game for the entire comic series, infusing the storyline with a new life and keeping it going for many issues to come.
And, in the same vein, Robert Kirkman, along with Scott M. Gimple, Greg Nicotero, and TWD, Inc. gave the world of TWD television series fandom a lovely party gift on the cusp of the show’s venerated Seventh Season: Negan, played to darkly delicious diabolical perfection by Jeffery Dean Morgan.
(As soon as Jeffrey Dean Negan stepped out of that RV, darlings, none of our lives would ever be the same, and we all knew it…and so did Kirkman.)
Here’s a link to an EW interview with Robert Kirkman regarding the TWD Season 6 cliffhanger ending:
Remember, darlings, take those deep breaths. The Season 7 trailer is almost here, and then it’s just a matter of weeks, days, hours until October, and the TWD Season 7 premiere, and eventually, all our burning questions will be answered, whether we like the answers or not.
Life will be vexing at times, and such times are sent to test us all. Weathering these tests with strength and grace are what makes us stronger.
Think of Rick and the sweet gang, all the hard times they have had to soldier through.
You can do this.
Remember the coping methodolgy we have discussed in previous posts, and keep your personal coping mechanisms within easy reach. If you are feeling stressed, reach out to your Daryl Partner(s).
We can do this.
And Kirkman, Gimple, & Nicotero know this, darlings. They seem like nice guys. They will kick our asses, and they will have a great time and make mad bank doing it, but they’re not dicks.
They’re not going to give us more than we can handle…I think.
Now, some of you may remember, back in the spring of 2014,in those carefree days of blogyore, when I penned my first “prepost” for the TWD Season 4 mid-season premiere episode, and www.barnfullawalkers.com first coined the Law of Kirkman.
The Law of Kirkman states:
“Kirkman does as Kirkman wants, and Kirkman can, and will, play with our emotions. It’s nothing personal, it’s how he do.”
Robert Kirkman may look like an affable and mild-mannered fellow, but underneath that placid exterior beats the heart of a true gangsta.
With those last 15 minutes of TWD’s Episode 616, Robert Kirkman reminded all of us in TWD fandom just who is wielding the barbed-wire wrapped bat, here.
Negan may be the messenger, but it’s Kirkmanwho is wielding the bat, darlings.
Thisis Kirkman’s world, and we who choose to be in this world all work for himnow.
Never to forget, Robert Kirkman, sir. Never to forget.
Kirkman, Gimple, Nicotero and the rest of the TWD cast and crew will make it all worth it for the fans in TWD Season 7, of this I am certain.
Scott M. Gimple readily admitted on the S6 finale ep of Talking Deadthat they at TWD, Inc. set the bar really high for themselves in Season 7 by leaving the Season 6 “Who gotLucilled?” cliffhanger ending dangling like so much bloody brains, gore, and viscera from Lucille’s deadly spikes.
Such a bold move is a creative call to arms, people.
These guys are inspired, energized. I have never seen Robert Kirkman so positively giddy as he was on that TD Season 6 finale episode.
The way I see it, there’s one big ass-kicking trickle down effect happening here, which has morphed into a personal theory about it, The AK Postulate.
The AK Postulate goes something like this:
Kirkman, Gimple, and Nicotero have, once again, raised the gauntlet on themselves harder than they have on anyone else.
They keep doing that, so it must be like their crack or something.
Since K,G&N love nothing more than to kick our asses, hard, season after season, they have to keep it real, keep it edgy.
So, in order to do that, I postulate that Kirkman, Gimple, and Nicotero have to first kick their own asses, and hard, by staying to true to their individual creative vision and the collective vision, in order to create a consistently superior product, and keep the fire going for the viewers.
So, K,G&N kick their own asses, first, and then, K,G&N kick each other’s asses (in inimitable kung-fu style, of course) to check and balance each other, and align their superpowers accordingly.
Then, once Kirkman, Gimple, and Nicotero have finished kicking each other’s asses, good andhard, then it is time for the Trifecta of Turmoil to assemble the entire TWD cast and crew, and start kicking all of their asses, for the duration of their burly TWD filming schedule.
And, so, take after take, day after day, week after week, month after month of getting their asses kicked, in the blazing Georgia heat, the entire TWD, Inc. franchise, come October, starts kicking allof our asses, week after week, episode after episode, month after month, year after year, season after season, in an unprecedented pop culture phenomenon, where we in TWD fandom worship our show, all year round.
The way I see it, everyone is the TWD family is kicking ass, and getting their asses kicked, and somehow, theworld is a better place for it.
And, since we seem to be batting around postulates, and theories, allow me to present my other theory: The L7 Theory.
See, gang, after this harrowing, cliffhanger finale ending, and seeing Kirkman on TD after, emanating like the Grand Master of the Flows, I really do feel that Kirkman and his army are ready to throw down in TWD Season 7 like never before.
I have pondered the sheer enormity of The Walking Dead television series entering its seventh season at great length, and as I meditated upon this event, the potential significance of the Seventh Level came to me.
I realized that perhaps Kirkman, Gimple, and Nicotero would employ Seventh Level/Level 7 imagery, symbolism, and references in the creation of The Walking Dead’s S7 storyline and episodes.
You see, darlings, the concept of the Seventh Level, or Level 7, is a recurring, powerful theme that has manifested itself throughout history, in vastly different cultures, in various spiritual belief systems, religions, art, and literature around the world.
I figured Robert Kirkman,Scott M. Gimple, and Greg Nicotero would know all about the meaning, and the symbolism, of the Seventh Level/Level 7, and as their hit show enters into its venerated Seventh Season, I felt certain that K,G&N would most certainly use Seventh Level/Level 7 symbolism and imagery to flex accordingly, to drive that shit right home into the core centers of our collective subconscious.
The more I thought about it, the more I thought, really, how could they not?
K,G&N know things, darlings. They are aware. Theyare erudite men, well-read, well-versed, well-traveled. They are true artists.
Personally, I have been struck many times how often K,G&N pay homage to the classics of film, art, literature, and music, within the realm of the TWD television series.
So, I did some research, and as I dug deeper into the concept of Seventh Level/Level 7, it seemed my hunch was correct; in fact, it seemed evident that perhaps Robert Kirkman, Scott M. Gimple, and Greg Nicotero & Co. had already been employing Seventh Level imagery and symbolism throughout TWD Season 6.
And so, my latest theory, The L7 Theory, was born, and it goes something like this:
As I said before, throughout history, the concept of the Seventh Level or Level 7, has been a recurring theme that has manifested itself time and time again, with powerful meaning and profound significance, in the realms of classic art, literature, and various religious/spiritual belief systems throughout the world.
For example, in Buddhism, the Seventh Level of Consciousness representsthe first level of consciousness that is inner-looking, rather than being focused outwards.
This 7th level, or ‘mano,’ (Sanskrit) is concerned with the sense of self, and one’s ability to distinguish between good and evil.
There is also the concept, in many religions throughout the world, of there being multiple levels of Heaven.
The Seventh Level of Heaven is where the holy beings and souls share their rest with the love of God, who sits above the Seventh Heaven in the Throne of God.
Now, haven’t we seen the concept of key characters looking inward, and taking a moral inventory, as a recurring theme in TWD Season 6?
We have watched, throughout S6, as many of our main characters must grapple with the decisions they have made, and must continue to make, on a daily basis, to survive a hellish world that keeps getting more and more predatory, despite the brief and welcome respite that the walls of Alexandria provided for Rick and the gang, at least for a small spell.
Each of our main characters has had to look inside themselves, at some point in Season 6, and take an internal assessment, a moral inventory, on many levels, to reconcile what it takes to survive versus what it takes to retain their humanity, to love, to trust, and allow others in.
Many times, this moral inventory has led to key exchanges between characters, as they ponder, discuss, debate this ever-present, ever-evolving issue.
And, with the advent of Alexandria opening its doors to them, we have watched our gang’s struggle as they find themselves being challenged, once again, to open their hearts to others, and be part of a larger community, even if taking such risks means a real chance future loss and heartbreak…and, as we see in Season 6, there is much loss, and heartbreak, throughout, as Alexandria’s walls are breached, and innocent lives are taken, in brutal, horrific ways, and suddenly, Rick and the others are once more resorting to desperate measures to survive, and to protect the ones they love the most.
This exploration into each character’s individual psyches, and the ensuing conversations, and debates, between Rick, Daryl, Morgan, Carol, Maggie, Glenn, and so many other characters in Season 6, about: past and present choices (and how those choices inform who they are, and their code of values, in the present); good v. necessary v. evil;love v. survival, resonates (to me) with the Buddhist Seventh Level of Consciousness.
In addition to Rick’s people, and the citizens of Alexandria, we have begun to learn about other characters, other groups, in Season 6, who continue to choose to embrace their humanity, despite the risks inherent in doing so: namely, Jesus, and others, of the Hilltop community, and the two young horsemen in makeshift armor that Morgan and Carol encounter in Ep 616 (presumably from the Kingdom community of the TWD comic book series), and who offer their assistance to Morgan and Carol (who is wounded).
Come Season 7, we will get to know much more about these communities, how they have coped with the unwelcome role of “working” for Negan, and how these communities interact with Rick, his people, and the Alexandrians…and, if the television series mirrors the comic series, we will see these other communities’ roles in the Ricksistance!
¡Viva la Ricksistance!<3<3
Now, theSaviors…well, aside from a glimmer of humanity from Paula, Molls, and the other dark-haired beautiful sad girl, and the tense exchange between Daryl, Dwight, and the two young girls in the burned forest, there does not seem to be much“inward-looking”happening within the ranks of Negan’s cult army.
The eyes of the Saviors have gone cold, and dead, and the only joy, or spark, they seem to feel is the dark thrill of dominating, and harming, others.
And, on that note, kids, I’d like to welcome you all to the Dark Side of the L7 Theory, because, as we know, as there is progression inward, and upwards, there is also progression outward, and downwards:
In Dante’s classic epic, Inferno, there are 9 levels of Hell outlined, with each level going deeper in degree of wickedness of sin, the punishment for those sins, and the degree of eternal torment and suffering the damned souls are condemned to endure.
Of course, as one goes deeper and deeper, the levels of misery, and suffering, increase.
The levels begin with Level 1, limbo, and end with Level 9, which is located within the center of the earth, and where Satan, punished for his ultimate sin of rebellion and treachery against God, is trapped, encased waist-deep in ice, endlessly punished while endlessly punishing the most vile of sinners, and traitors, such as Judas.
The Seventh Level of Hell is described as follows:
Level 7
Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell.
The violent, the assassins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment.
The stench here is overpowering.
This level is also home to the Wood of the Suicides– stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches, the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests.
Beyond the wood is scorching sand, where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe.
Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.
As we read in this description of the Seventh Level of Hell, and throughout Dante’s Inferno, each level of Hell is outlined in great detail, each level becoming more fearsome, more dark, more punishing than the one before it.
Each of these levels of Hell is guarded by a menacing force, or forces.
Does that sound familiar?
To me, it sounds like we have described the entirety of TWD Season 6, especially the second half of the season.
The way I see it, we have been descending deeper and deeper into Negan’s world throughout the second half of TWD Season 6, starting with Daryl’s fateful encounter with Dwight and the young girls, on the run from Negan’s as-yet nameless, faceless army, and ending with Rick and the gang’s terrifying journey, as they circle deeper and deeper into the dark forest, away from the Saviors and their increasingly menacing roadblocks.
As I rewatched Episode 616, after reading up on Seventh Level/Level 7 imagery and meaning, I recognized many details of the episode that seemed to be taken directly from Dante’s description of the Seventh Level of Hell.
In Dante’s Inferno, the descending levels of Hell are described as being circular in fashion, nine circles of suffering.
Think back to Episode 616 (rewatch, when you are able), as Rick, Abraham, and the others in the RV keep getting blocked again and again by Negan’s army, each blockade being more threatening, more terrifying than the one before it.
At Rick’s command, Abraham must keep turning the RV around, away from the larger and larger groups of heavily armed men, and their trucks, and their increasingly menacing, elaborate blockades.
As the RV circles around again, and again, and again, each potential escape is cut off by the Saviors, who are there at each turn, sitting, waiting for them.
The gang must keep turning around, the RV circling back, again and again, being forced deeper, and deeper, into the trap that has been set for them by Negan and his Saviors.
As darkness falls over the woods, their situation becomes more desperate as gas is low, and Maggie’s condition worsens. Eugene heroically comes up with a plan, to drive the RV solo, sacrificing himself as a decoy so Rick and the others can make a break for it on foot, carrying poor sick Maggie on a stretcher in a desperate attempt to get her to the Hilltop.
As they hurry through the dark forest, carrying Maggie on the stretcher, Rick seems deeply troubled, as Carl attempts to reassure his father that they will make it through this challenge, too, as they have so many times before.
Carl vows that he will make sure that nobody will die the way Denise did, ever again, and Rick stops, looks at his son, and he is about to say something, something important, to Carl in that moment, in the darkness of the woods.
“Son,” Rick begins, but he is able to say nothing more, because his words, along with any hopes of making it out of the black forest, are pierced through by the telltale, singsong, two-note whistles of the Saviors.
The whistles build upon themselves, and two notes becomes a terrifying cacophony that surrounds Rick and the others, drowning out any thoughts, building only terror, and confusion…they are trapped, surrounded, and they will now be taken to the blackest epicenter, where Negan awaits them, eager to mete out his special brand of punishment.
Throughout this progression, throughout Ep 616, in your next watching, take note of the imagery, the scenery, the details of the woods with the description of Dante’s Seventh Level of Hell in mind.
Note how the woods look, the spooky, gnarled, twisting trees. The chained blockade of walkers, with the demonic faces, barring the way forward. Remember the image of the poor, doomed runaway man’s body hanging from the bridge. Remember the explosion of fire as the blockade of felled trees rained fire and burning ashes onto Rick and the sweet gang, as Rick frantically orders them back into the RV.
It struck me, as I read, and reread, the description of Dante’s Seventh Level of Hell, that so many details, images, and symbols from that description directly mirrored images and details contained throughout TWD’s Season 6 (especially in the EpS616 ), even down to the very “bows and arrows” that the centaurs use to shoot down those tormented souls to try to escape the river of boiling blood in Hell’s Level 7.
And what kind of sinners are condemned to eternal torment in the Seventh Level of Hell?
“The violent, the assassins, the tyrants, the war-mongers,” and “usurers.”
And who is Negan’s army comprised of?
The “violent, the assassins, the war-mongers” who swear absolute fealty to tyrant and a usurer (ausureris one who taxes others excessively and unjustly, just as Negan does).
I will bring my L7 Theory home, dear readers, by leaving this last detail for you to ponder:
Upon further research into the Harpies, which are mentioned in the above description of Dante’s Level 7 of Hell, I wondered if the chained blockade of walkers that Rick and the others drive up on (especially the female walker, the one who is adorned with Michonne’s dreds and clothing) may have been representative of the Harpies, who were once beautiful, winged spirits who devolved into hideous winged bird-monsters with women’s faces, and who became tasked with carrying the souls of the damned into the underworld.
When I read further into a hunch about the Harpies, and whether or not they made any kind of signature noise, or whistle, like the Saviors’ terrifyingly telltale singsong whistle, I stumbled upon the Mexican legend of the Lechuza, a demonic bird-monster with a woman’s face (just like theHarpies) who whistles at her prey from a hidden place, where the prey cannot see her, but become confused, rattled before the Lechuza swoops down and carrys her hapless victim to the underworld.
BOOM!La Lechuza sounds exactly like the Harpies, and the description of la Lechuza whistling to her prey reads exactly like the moment that the Saviors’ whistles surround Rick and the others in the dark forest!
In my research into my L7 hunch, I was repeatedly, completely blown away by the imagery and symbolism in both the Seventh Level of Hell, and Episode 616, especially my research into the Harpies, and La Lechuza.
In fact, many of the sites I found regarding the Harpies and the Lechuza made direct, frequent comparisons between the two.
My L7 Theory concludes with the mad certainty that Kirkman, Gimple, Nicotero & Co. have already started to get jiggy with Seventh Level/ Level 7 symbolism and meaning in the latter part of TWD Season 6, and they will continue to draw inspiration from Level 7, in all its forms and manifestations, throughout TWD Season 7.
For me, the hardest thing about the initial (and subsequent) viewings of Episode 616 was watching Rick Grimes’ transition from being the hot, (over) confident leader we know and love so well…
…to this:
Dude, two words: Harpy Walker.
..to this.
Dear readers, I cannot lie…watching Rick Grimes in Ep 616 go from hot & cocky to helpless & broken was a hurtful,hurtfulthing, indeed.
But, I believe with all my heart that Rick Smash! will be back, sooner than later.
(And, man, am I gonna be fucking glad to see that guy, my ultimate pretend bf mancrush…j’adore forevs, Rick Smash!❤ ❤ ❤ )
Morgan replies, “What I believe…I’m not right. There is no right. It’s just the wrong, it doesn’t pull you down.”
Rick passes by Deanna, makes eye contact with her, but neither one greets the other as Rick passes.
Bloody Rick looks up at these words…
“Me? Me?”
Bloody Rick laughs at this. “You mean me?”
The others, Michonne, Aaron, Heath, and Spencer, join Rick, and the gang forms a kill circle, back to back, facing the oncoming walkers…
Bloody Rick gets serious, tells Deanna, “Your way…your way is gonna destroy this place. Your way is gonna get people killed…”
Rick Smash! is like, ‘Step aside, homes, and let me take this one.’
…before turning around, slowly and facing McBeaty with this fearsome, smoking-hot look. This man is not Officer Friendly to you, McBeaty!
…all the while clocking Jessie with hungry eyes.
Rick sits back, trying to figure this out. Whoever took it must have watched as he stashed it, unless some person just happened to look inside an old, useless blender in a trash heap and find it…so not likely, though. Rick’s pissed, you can tell. He stands, unsheaths his knife, thinking…and then, he sees that he’s not alone.
“So, bringing people in, to a place like this, now…”
…look like they were taken from right from the old western classics. Love it.
A click of a gun, and Officer Baldy looks up to see Rick Smash! holding a gun to his head…cue the Rick Smash! Bear McCreary theme music, dark and pulsing…Rick Smash! wants to SMASH!
Rick Blast! stands right in the car’s path, firing at it…unfortunately, the windows seem to be bulletproof, and the gang must scramble out of the way, hide behind a dumpster.
…but Deputy Rick Grimes is a beautiful hero. No comparison, son.
When Deputy Smash tells you to stop two times, you should do as he says, Lamson…
After watching the wave of shooters cross his threshold, Rick jumps out and nabs the last shooter around the neck…
…and grabs the shooter’s gun…mmm hmmm, that’s right, Rick Grimes.
Rick! Blast!
From behind Rick, there is a signal to proceed…
Rick pulls his shiv out of his boot, grips it, and waits.
And that just makes it so much hotter…
Sigh…the goosebumps on my goosebumps have goosebumps ❤
WD’s first still shot for Season 5, Rick Grimes super tasty (in more ways than one, apparently) as he peers out of his train car storage unit.
Once again, Rick In Charge doing what needs to be done, and looking fine doing it!
See that look, Joe? That’s the look of a man who is about to go off…
Rick, Smash! don’t think so, Joe…
Rick goes primal, busts Joe’s nose with the back of his head…then goes slo-mo…he’s hulking out…Rick, Smash!
Joe, meet Rick Smash!
See that, Joe? That’s your neck and shit…
Here comes the beat down…
As Rick grabs the man’s gun and prepares to go out the bathroom window, he goes back to crack the door of the bathroom open, to set a “walker time bomb” onto the Downstairs Thug Boys once the dead guy reanimates…tactical genius, Rick Grimes-style!
So pimp, Deputy Grimes!
I love this look on his face as he watches the dude fade out
In the comic series, Rick vows revenge for Glenn after gets Glenn gets savagely beaten to death by Negan.
In response, Negan beats Rick down with his bare hands, then turns to the rest of the group, still on their knees, with Glenn’s mangled, bloody corpse lying before them, that he and the Saviors will be in Alexandria in a week’s time to collect half of all of “their shit.”
Rick and the others are left to collect Glenn’s remains and return home.
While it remains to be seen if the television series mirrors the comic series, I feel sure that Rick Smash! is not one to sit silently by after watching one of his own get horribly beaten to death in front of him, his son, and his chosen family.
Whether Rick Smash!takes a stand then and there, and vows his revenge aloud to Negan in the moment,or stays silent, I feel sure that Rick Grimes will ultimately do whatever needs to be done for the survival of himself, his son, and his people.
I think that the television series will mirror the comic series, and Rick Grimes will bide his time, grit his teeth, and play, so convincingly, the part of one who has been beaten, cowed into “obsequious bondage,” making a show of humbly eating Negan’s shit as it is fed to him, time after time, while secretly observing, calculating, planning, plotting, mobilizingLa Ricksistance.
Rick will suffer, no doubt.He already has.
Watching one of his own be brutally, savagely beaten to death in front of his, and his family’s, eyes (in retailiation for, partly, an attack he orchestrated and led) is a crushing blow to Rick Grimes. And this is just the beginning.
Negan will make sure of that.
Rick is sure to take some major moral inventory in TWD Season 7, replaying past mistakes, raking himself over the coals within his inner landscape, and I feel sure that his personal guilt and shame, coupled with his public humiliations at the hands of Negan will be a horrible, demoralizing thing to watch, especially for his people, and for those of us on Team Rick, and most especially for his son, Carl.
In the comic series, Negan vows to Rick that he will break him, Rick, in front of his people, and I predict that Negan, as he does in the comic series, will use Carl to get at Rick.
I feel most certain that Carl has survived being Lucilled in this first round. Negan developed an immediate fascination with the boy, especially when he quickly made the connection that “the future serial killer” was, in fact, Rick’s son. This realization immediately placed Carl in Negan’s “keep, for now” category, as he would be an invaluable tool in Negan’s quest to break Rick by dominating Rick, belittling him, and humiliating him in front of his son, and his people.
It’s going to be a rough one for those of us on Team Rick to watch our man fall from grace. I cannot lie. But, let us remember, and be comforted by the knowledge that while Rick Grimes must swallow “that nasty, bitter pill, oh yes, he most certainly will” on the outside, Rick Smash! will be crouched in that inner landscape, waiting, watching, simmering and smoldering as he secretly strategizes, mobilizes LaRicksistance.
Rick Smash! needs an army for his rebellion, and the communities like the Hilltop, the Kingdom, and now, Alexandria (who aren’t exactly gentling down into the sycophantic ranks of Savior Stockholm Syndrome) need a leader, one who has the brains, the brawn and the cojones to get the job done.
Who you gonna call?
❤ ❤ Rick Smash!Rick Smash!Rick Smash! ❤ ❤
These communities are sick of giving up half their shit (and then some), only to be informed (once again) that they’ve come up short of their quota.
IT’S NOT FUCKING FAIR..
Like, it’s ALREADY the zombie apocalypse.
Shit sucks, shit smells, and everyone remembers, and misses, the good ol’ days, when there was shit like like hot showers, and wine, and coffee, and tv, and everyone’s had to do some crazy shit to survive this long. There’s no guarantee that anybody will survive to see another day, and everyone’s hungry all the time, and all the good shit is always in short supply.
Anyone still living is working their asses off to stay alive, let alone thrive, and nowadays, any time anyone gets anything good going, something is guaranteed to come along and fuck it all up…it could be an epidemic, or a horde of walkers, OR it could be THAT TIME OF THE MONTH when NEGAN and his sycophantic asshole squad, THE SAVIORS, come along and take all of everyone’s BEST SHIT (in exchange for the Saviors’ supposed “protection” of the community, but the only thing Negan and the Saviors seem to be protecting anyone from, ever, is their prosperity and happiness.)
THEN, after taking way more than half of all a community’s SAID BEST SHIT, those Savior ASSHOLES are sure to turn around and inform SAID BELEAGURED COMMUNITY that “your quota’s come up short,” YET AGAIN, and so NOW everyone’s gotta get on their FUCKING KNEES, YET AGAIN, and WATCH as yet another poor random from their community gets bludgeoned to DEATH by NEGAN, wielding LUCILLE, and then NEGAN and his asshole SAVIORS leave with even MORE OF THEIR SHIT, and leave the traumatized, grieving community to DEAL WITH THE BODY.
And, now, dear readers, somewhere between my own private shame-spiral, and a rebellious, “I may care for the devil” attitude, I must confess that, for me, the easiest part of watching TWD’s Episode 616 was watching this guy:
I have a crush on the Big Bad Wolf.
I know, I know. I’m a bad, bad lady.
At least I’m owning that shit. And, I know, dear readers, that I’m not the only one who has the hots for the man wielding the barbed-wire bat, am I right?
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
I mean, how can we help it? It’s Jeffrey Dean Morgan, for chrissakes. We’ve all had a major crush on that guy for, like, forever, since back in the day when he played Denny on Grey’s Anatomy. We all watched that devastating scene and cried, hard, when Denny lay dead on the hospital bed with Izzie sobbing on his chest.
And who can forget Jeffrey Dean as the Comedian on Watchmen?
Never to forget, Jeffrey Dean. Never to forget.
Look, gang, I don’t know why it feels so, sooo good to be so, sooo bad, but it’s the way it’s always been, since the dawn of time.
All I know is seeing Jeffrey Dean Negan making one the most badass entrances in the history of television, and completely owning those last 15 minutes of Episode 616 had me thinking crazy chick thoughts, like, “But, I bet I could save him.”
Of course, I was devastated for Rick, and the sweet gang, but, I cannot lie…watching that scene, I wasn’t sure what was more lethal: Lucille, or Jeffrey Dean Negan’s dark eyes twinkling with evil mirth, or that blinding smile, or those damn dimples.
Watching Jeffrey Dean Negan dominate that scene, I thought to myself, “Jesus, it’s no wonder that guy has like 10,ooo people blindly worshipping him.”
So, Jeffrey Dean Negan, on behalf of barnfullawalkers, I would like to award you the coveted Deadie for Best Badguyand welcome you to the ranks of my own personal “Bad Boy BF’s,” a crushworthy collection of some of my fave felons from movies and television.
Their transgressions range from being morally ambiguous/socially outcast,to being sociopathic murderers and/or monsters, but if loving them is wrong, well, then, I don’t wanna be right:
Now, some of you may be wondering about my inclusion of Predator in this gallery of hot bad boys, and yes, I must cop to developing an immediate, id-deep fetishy crush on Pred, as I affectionately refer to him, right from my first watching of Predator, back in the day.
Now, do I want to kiss that mouth? Fuck, no.
But, this is not about kissing…it’s wayyy more primal than that.
First off, Pred’s alpha AF. He’s got that total confidence of one who can completely dominate in the battle jungle. Confidence like that is rare, and it’s sexy.
Pred’s also got mad style. That body armor, and those broad shoulders. Mmmm, mmm. And, he’s super tall, so a gal could wear her stillettos.
I think we can all easily imagine Pred living the VIP life of the intergalactic mogul that he most obviously is: Private jets, sleek, high-powered spaceships, limos, yachts, posse. Red carpet,couture body armor, 10 chicks deep, each arm.
Predtakes sexy-ugly to a whole new level. And,who knows what tentacle porn talentsPred’sdreds may possess?
I can’t fully explain it, but when it comes to Pred, I’m in.
Just keep the mask on, buddy.
Anyway, welcome to the fold, Jeffrey Dean Negan. ❤ ❤
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Ok, loves, it’s that time.
Let us hold hands, and jump in together, as we revisit the Last 15+ Minutes of TWD Episode 616,“Last Day On Earth.”
“Good, you made it. Welcome to where you’re goin’.” (Ominous opening words from Negan’s current head flunkie, who most likely got promoted after Snidely got blowed the fuck up by Daryl. This guy looks like his name should be “MitchHandlestache” or some shit like that. His tall, rangy style reminded me of some 70’s or 80’s- era bad buy, like a bad guy from some Clint Eastwood movie. Anyhow, mad props ontheretro bad guy style, Mitch Handlestache!)
As the gang’s weapons are collected, Mitch Handlestache looks down at the pistol that he has taken off Carl, the one with the image of Lucille carved into the wooden handle. He looks up at Carl.
“That’s yours, right?” Carl says nothing, glares in reply. The two hold each other’s stare for a brief moment.
“Yeah,” Mitch H. says, softly, peering more closely at Carl.
“It’s yours.”
Still holding Carl’s stare, Mitch Handlestache flicks Rick’s deputy hat.
Carl does not move, or flinch, at this.
Mitch H. then stands, turns to address Rick and the others. “Ok, let’s get her down, and get ya all on your knees.”
“Lotsto cover.“
As some Saviors approach Maggie, Abraham bristles, speaks out.
“Hold up.”
“We got it.“
Mitch holds up his hand, staying the men. He’ll allow it.“Sure.”
Abraham and the others lower Maggie gently down, and help her come off the stretcher.
Maggie is clearly ill, pale and sweating, as Abraham and Rick gently help her to her knees.
After helping Maggie, Rick stands, looks over, and sees Eugene, who has been roughly shoved over towards the others, and forced down onto his knees, Eugene has been beaten, is bleeding, crying, watching them.
The full import of what is happening seems to be hitting Rick…
…as he looks down at Eugene, kneeling there.
Rick looks up to see that Mitch Handlestache has stepped up to him…
“I’m gonna need ya on your knees,” Mitch Handlestache informs Rick Grimes.
Stricken, Rick looks towards his son…
…who gapes, unbelieving, at his father.
(Uggghhhhh.…this. is. really. the. worst. EVER.)
Rick looks back at Negan’s head flunky, as the Bear McCreary score rattles like a rattlesnake. His hands are tied. There is nothing he can do but submit in this moment.
As his son, his people watch, Rick slowly comes to kneeling.
😦 😦 😦 😦
<Watching this, I was all like: :0 > “Noooooooooooooo!>
We then see this recurring image of Ep 616, of light pouring through slats, bullet holes, of what looks like the inside of a box, or a cage. We hear breathing, and heartbeats pounding, and we see what looks like the silhouette of someone’s head. Outside, we hear Mitch H.’s voice barking some orders, about getting “The other ones…right now!”
Mitch H.barks out, “Dwight!”“Yeah,” a voice replies. “Chop, chop,” Mitch orders, brusquely, and we see Dwight step forward from the back ranks of the Saviors.
The light becomes blinding as the two doors open.
Dwight walks over and opens two back doors of a van, and inside, we see Daryl, Michonne behind him, as rough hands grab for Daryl and begin to pull him out of the van. Dwight prompts, “C’mon…”
“We got people to meet.”
Michonne and Rosita are then pulled roughly out of the van, after Daryl.
Rick looks on, horrified, as he watches Daryl, Michonne, and Rosita are pulled from the back of the van..
Glenn is the last one to be pulled out of the van by Dwight…
…who throws him roughly to the ground, to his spot in the circle.
Glenn then looks up and sees…
“Maggie?”
Glenn is kicked from behind by Dwight as he tries to go to Maggie..
Maggie cries helplessly as a Savior orders Glenn,“On your knees!”
D: D:
“Al-right!” crows Mitch Handlestache.
“We’ve got a full boat!“
“Let’s meet the man.“ (Knocks on RV door)
(The RV door creaks open)
Our first look at Negan.
“Pissin’ our pants yet?”
“Boy, do I have a feeling…
“…we’re gettin’ close.”
“Yep…”
“…it’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here…”
“…real soon.”
“Which one…
…of you pricks…
…is the leader?”
“It’s this one,”Mitch Handlestache tattletales, pointing at Rick.
“He’s the guy.“ (Handlestache, you goddamn suck-up.)
Negan looks down at the man kneeling before him, sighs, takes a couple of steps closer.
“Hi, you’re Rick, right?“
“I’m Negan.”
“And, I do not appreciate you killin’ my men.”
“Also, when I sent my people to killyour people for killin’ my people….”
“…you killed more of my people!”
“Not cool…”
“…not cool. You have no idea…”
“…how not cool that shit is.”
“But, I think…”
“…you’re gonna be up to speed, shortly.”
“Yeah, you’re so gonna regret crossin’ me in a few minutes.”
“Yes, you are!”
“You see, Rick, whatever you do…”
“…no matter what, you don’t mess with the new world order.”
“New world order is this, and it’s reallyvery simple…”
“So, even if you’re stupid, which you very may well be…”
“…you can understand it.”
“Ready?”
“Here it goes…pay attention.”
“Give me your shit, or I will kill you.”
“Today was career day.”
“We invested a lot, so you would know who I am and what I can do.”
“You work for me, now.”
“You have shit, you give it to me.“
“That’s your job.”
“Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill…”
“…to swallow.”
“But, swallow it…”
“…you most certainly will!“
“You ruled the roost.”
“You built something.”
“You thought you were safe.”
“I get it.”
“But, the wordisout.”
“You are not safe.”
“Not even close.”
“In fact, you arepegged…“
“… more pegged if you don’t do what I want, and what I want…”
“…is halfyour shit.”
“And, if that’s too much…”
“…you can make, find, or steal more, and it will even out, sooner or later.”
“This is your way of life now.”
“The more you fight back, the harder it will be.”
“So, someone knocks on your door…”
“…you let us in. We OWN that door.”
“You try to stop us…”
“…and we will knock it down.”
“You understand?”
“What?”
“No answer?“
“You…didn’t think you were gonna get through this without being punished, now, did you?“
“I don’t wanna kill you people. I just wanna make that clear from the get-go.”
“I want you to work for me. You can’t do that if you’re dead, now, can ya?”
“I’m not growin’ a garden.”
“But, you killed my people. A whole damn lot of them. More than I feel comfortable with.”
“And for that, for that, you’re gonna pay.”
“So, now…”
“I’m gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you.”
“This…this is Lucille, and she is awesome.”
“All this…all this is just…”
“…so we can pick out…”
“…which one of you gets the honor.”
As Negan stops in front of Abraham, Abe straightens up, looks up defiantly at Negan, like, <“Pick me,motherfucker.”> (And this, this made my heart swell so big for Abraham. He really would volunteer, without hesitation, to take this one for his team, love for Sasha and all. Biggest props to Abraham Ford for being the bravest soldier, with the biggest heart. ❤ Much love, Abraham Ford. ❤ )
Negan’s eyebrows raise at this, and he marvels,“Huh.”
He makes a show of stroking his chin, as if considering, then muses, “I gotta shave this shit,” and walks on, leaving Abe untouched. Brrrrr…that’s cold, Jeffrey Dean Negan. That’s real cold.
Negan saunters up to where Carl is kneeling. “You got one of our guns,” he says, conversationally, before kicking the pistol to the side and crouching down to Carl’s eye level, to have a closer look at Carl.
Negan regards Carl with interest, remarks, “You got a lot of our guns.”
Carl says nothing, just continues to glare at Negan.
“Shit, kid,” Negan jokes.
“Lighten up.”
“At least cry a little.”
With a laugh, and a last look at Carl, Negan stands back up…
…tucking the pistol in his belt…
…and continues his perusal of the kneeling gang.
His face is hard to read, just a little smile as he walks past..
…considering each one.
Negan stops in front of Maggie. “Jee-zus,” he exclaims.
“You look shitty.” (Watching this scene, I thought to myself, “If this is looking shitty, then I must look really shitty, like, all of the time.”)
Glenn watches this exchange, agonizing.
Flourishing the modified bat, Negan jokes,
“I should just put you outta your misery right now!”
“Noooo!” Glenn cries out, and tries to rush Negan, who hirls around, watches, as Dwight tackles Glenn down,
Maggie cries out, “Stop!” as Glenn is beaten down, subdued by Dwight.
Dwight draws Daryl’s crossbow on Glenn, waits for the word from Negan.
Negan takes this in stride, but you can tell he’s super pissed, like one who is never interrupted, or made to wait, or crossed in any way, shape, or fashion.
“Nope,” he says, testily.
“Nope.”
“Get him back in line.”
As Glenn is dragged back, protesting, resisting, you can tell Negan is fuming inside.
(Rewatching this scene, seeing how pissed Negan is, I really thought that Glenn had just put himself at the top of Negan’s pick list.)
Glenn is shoved back to his spot, where he cries out in his helplessness. “Don’t,”he begs, miserably.
Negan looks at him, and laughs, silently.
“Alright…listen.”
“Don’t any of ya do that again.”
“I will shut that shit down…”
“No exceptions.”
(Man, so many incredible shots of JDM in this scene, like this one, this profile shot. Totalpredator.)
“First one’s free…”
“It’s an emotional moment. I get it.” (Once again, that smile…made me wonder if Glenn was marked from that point on, plus the comic series precendent…)
Glenn, shaking, tries to compose himself.
Maggie gulps, manages to do the same.
Rick is reeling, shaking, really bugging, hard.
This moment is Rick Grimes’ worst nightmare come to life.
Negan sees this, Rick’s inner struggle, and his eyes, as he looks down at Rick, almost soften into something akin to sympathy, or, at least, recognition.
“Sucks, don’t it?” he says, softly, down to Rick.
“The moment you realize you don’t know shit?“
Rick, sweating, looks up at Negan…
…before staring ahead, and giving the barest of nods.
Negan glances over, and sees Carl watching this exchange intently.
As he and Carl lock eyes, Negan begins to realize…
Negan looks back at Rick, putting it together.
His smile widens as he points the bat first at Rick, then at Carl. “This is your kid…“
“…right?”
Negan looks back at Rick as he laughs, delighted…
And, leading with the pointed end of the bat, he walks towards Carl…
…for a closer look at the boy.
“Ho ho ho!”
“This is definitely your kid!”
“You stop this!” Rick grinds out, in helpless fury.
“HEY!” Negan shuts down Rick’s outburst.
“Do. Not. Make. Me…”
“…kill the little future serial killer!”
“Don’t make it…”
“…easy on me!”
“I gotta pick somebody!“
“Ev-v-verybody’s at the table…”
“…waiting for me to order!“
And, with that, Negan continues down the line…
<whistles>
Negan’s whistle stops, and starts, tunelessly as he walks on.
The whistle climbs two notes, drops two notes, dies out.
“I simply…”
“…cannot decide!”
Negan turns away, as if grappling with such a weighty decision…
…laughs at his predicament…
…making a great show of being so undecided.
Then, he turns, as if he has been struck by a sudden inspiration.
He beams down at them, arms open.
“I got an idea!”
Negan licks his lips.
“Eeny.”
“Meeny.”
“Miney.”
“Moe.”
“Catch…a tiger…by,”
“His toe.”
“If”
“He hollers,”
“Let…him go.”
“My mother”
“Told me”
“To pick”
“The very”
“Best”
“One”
“And you”
“Are”
“It.”
“Anybody moves…”
“…anybody says anything…”
“…cut the boy’s other eye out…”
“…and feed it to his father. And then we’ll start.”
“You can breathe. You can blink.”
“You can cry.”
“Hell…”
“…you’re all gonna be doin’ that.”
BAM!
The poor victim falls to side, a ringing sound whirling round the haze…
Before valiantly struggling to get back up, to Negan’s amusement.“Oh, ho, ho!”
“Look at that!”
“Taking it…”
“…like a champ!”
And then, the thuds. And then, the silence. And then, the credits.
And now, here we are, two days away from the official airing of the TWD Season 7 trailer, during the #TWDSDCC2016 panel, and of course, we will all be watching.
I have said pretty much what I came to say, so I will end with my predictions, my top two guesses, as to who the unlucky recipient of Negan/Lucille’s wrath is, based soley on my own personal observations.
The first of two top picks is, I hate to say, Glenn Rhee.
I have vacillated many times, back and forth, as to whether or not I thought the TWD televsion series would mirror the comic series, and Glenn would be the one to get Lucilled by Jeffrey Dean Negan. At first I took it as a given, and then I was like, “Well, maybe Glenn is so beloved in the TWD tv series, that maybe they’ll change the storyline and another character will get the bat.”
And, yes, I do think that it is a definite possibility that another character will take Glenn’s place in the tv series, and die a horrible death, on their knees, in that circle.
In the realm of possibility, it could be any one of them, including Rick.
But, this is the way I see it, based on how I think, and the little I have heard/read/think I know:
It’s not Rick.
I think, in the tv series, as in the comic series, Negan will want to keep Rick around, to utilize Rick’s leadership skills, like a manager who works for Negan and oversees his former community, i.e. the Alexandrians.
I mean, Negan doesn’t want to watch over all these communities he keeps amassing into his employ. He seems to make the former leaders of those communities act as his manager/figureheads, like Gregory and the Hilltop. So, I feel like he will keep Rick around to manage the Alexandrian community, but he will constantly look for opportunities belittle Rick, knock him off the pedestal his former community once put him on.
Negan will make sure that Rick, and Rick’s people, will know who really is boss.
I think Negan will spare Carl as well, as he seems fascinated with “the little future serialkiller” and will want to use Carl as a way to get to his dad, even perhaps taking the boy under his wing while continuing to humiliate Rick in front of his son, and driving a wedge in between Carl and Rick.
I mean, there’s no TV or computers in the PZA… what the hell else is there for a bad guy to do but fuck with people?
I have heard/read that Negan doesn’t kill wounded people, and he doesn’t kill women. If that is true, that would rule out Daryl, and the women of the gang.
My fear for the women is that Negan has a whole army of men who are armed, bored, and agro AF, and a way to reward, and amuse, those men is to give them women…any women Negan doesn’t want for himself, that is.
I have heard/read that in the comic series, Negan has a number of wives, and any man caught messing with one of his wives gets a hot iron to the face, like what seems to have happened to Dwight.
(And, speaking of Dwight, I also heard, or read, that Dwight knows that Negan doesn’t kill an injured man, so he shot Daryl in the shoulder as a kind of fucked-up repayment for Daryl’s sparing him, and the young girls, back in the burned forest. So, we’ll see how that all plays out.)
So, yes, I am worried that the desirable women of Rick’s community may be seen as a commodity, and I also have that fear for Baby Judith. Babies are rare in these times…what if one of Negan’s wives desperately wants a baby and wants Judith for herself?
But, again, we shall see how all that plays out.
Abraham made himself available to be the one picked, made it clear to Negan that he would take the beating…and for Negan, that probably takes the fun out of it all. So, I don’t think he would choose Abraham.
So, excluding Rick, Carl, Abe, Daryl, the women…that leaves Glenn, Eugene, and Aaron.
Now, back to Glenn, my first pick.
Glenn’s outburst really seemed, to me, to piss Negan off, big time, in that final scene of Ep616. I mean, the guy is surrounded by sycophants who worship him. Nobody is making him wait, or interrupting him, or challenging him in any way.
And Glenn did all of those things, and Negan was pissed.
Also, I read the scene in the comic series when Glenn gets Lucilled, examining it frame by frame. It’s an iconic scene in the series, powerful, pivotal in the storyline. It changes everything. And many of the moments, many of the lines, in the tv series rendition directly mirrors the comic series.
I was also made privy to an article that makes an interesting argument for Glenn being the one tagged “It” by Negan, basing their argument on the “first person perspective”camera angle used repeatedly throughout TWD Ep 616.
I think there’s a lot of merit to it. Check it out:
Now, for my second guess. My second guess, out of everyone, is Aaron. Again, I hate to say it. I love Aaron, and he was so beautiful, tragic, heroic looking in that final scene.
Why Aaron?
Again, I hate to say this, because I love Aaron, and Ross Marquand, but based on the level of fan love and devotion for all the other characters in that kneeling circle, including Eugene, I feel that, relatively speaking, Aaron would be voted “Character Most Likely To Be Wearing The Red Shirt.”
(Please, don’t hate me. I already hate myself for even writing these words. I love you, Aaron, and Ross Marquand!)
Another reason I think it may be Aaron? Because Negan, while he’s doing his “Eenymeenyminey mo” thing, he points the bat at Aaron as he says “If he hollers,” and then, he seems to stay there, not stepping to anyone else, as he continues, “Let him go,” and then, JeffreyDean Negan makes a face, like, eyes lift, and he smiles, like “Hey, how about that?” like he would move on, let Aaron, or whomever he was in front of in that moment, “go.”
Unfortunately, Negan seems to really get off on fucking with people, and Aaron is strategically placed close to Rick, (with Sasha in between the two, but kneeling a little behind the others) which makes makes Aaron pretty much right between Rick and Carl.
What better way to send a strong message to Rick, and make an indelible impression on Rick’s son, than to beat the man right next to both of them to death, so his blood and brains spray out all over them?
Another compelling reason I think it may be Aaron is this image:
You see the shadow on Rick’s face? This is the moment just before Negan says “It,” and tags his victim. The shadow on Rick’s face is on his left side, which suggests to me that Negan, the only one who is moving in that moment, is moving to Rick’s left side, where Aaron is. When I saw that shadow, it solidified my Aaron Theory.
Whether it’s Glenn, or Aaron, or another member of our sweet gang who gets the bat, I can only hope that the actor who plays that character gets to stick around, and work under Nicotero, and learn to be a badass director!
Wow, gang. I think I might actually winding this baby down. We have gone all over the place, and back again, with this one!
(I am on Snapchat asbarnfullawalkers but honestly have no fucking idea how to use it.)
The world lately has been beautiful in many ways, and the world lately has been hard on the hearts.
Let us remember that love comes in all colors, and let us remember that we are one human family. To Rick and the gang, to my TWD family, to my human family, I offer two playlists, my original, and a remix ❤ #onelove
I will be with you all, my TWDfamily, on Friday, and beyond, especially come October.
Keep an eye out for some posts featuring iconic albums from my life, maybe with a little story thrown in there. Remember albums? If you don’t, kids, you gotta get you some of that.
Peace out, gang, enjoy the playlists, & have a happy and safe summer:
Last Day On Earth:
The Kills,“Doin It To Death”
Elvis Costello,“Goon Squad”
Echo & The Bunnymen, “Nocturnal Me”
Aristillus,“Circles”
J. Mascis,“Several Shades Of Why”
Slayer,“Angel Of Death”
Dystopia,“Slaved Chains”
Neurosis,“Eye”
Battleme,“Hey, Hey, My My”(Neil Young)
David Bowie,“Blackstar”
Fleetwood Mac, “Dreams”
Motorhead,“Sympathy For The Devil”
The Grateful Dead, “Ripple” ❤
Last Day On Earth ( barnfullawalkers #oneloveRemix) ❤
Zeds Dead,“Lost You” (Kove Remix)
Zhu, “Faded” (ODESZA Remix)
Hermitude, “The Buzz,” (Feat.Big K.R.I.T., Mataya & Young Tapz)
The Chainsmokers, “Don’t Let Me Down”
Skrillex, Diplo, Justin Bieber, “Where Are Ü Now?”
ODESZA, “Sun Models” (Feat. Madelyn Grant)
ODESZA, “My Friends Never Die (Little People Remix)
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(All images used in this post are screen caps fromAMC’s “The Walking Dead” and“TalkingDead” unless otherwise specified.)
Well, that was fun!
Sad…yes.Dark, yes.Haunting…god, yes.
Admittedly, it is with some real trepidation, and assorted beverages, that I set out to craft this post, and face, at some point, the inevitable moment when I must revisit the harrowing scene where Sam, Jessie, Ron, and Carl each meet their respective, tragic fates amidst the swarm of savage walkers invading the streets of Alexandria.
I know that in the rewatchings, there will be many moments, and images, from that scene that will cling to me like burrs, imbed themselves into the depths of my psyche, and stay there for a long while.
This episode’s definitely going to leave a mark or two to remember it by.
Since Episode 609’s airing, there has been a constant stream of social media postings celebrating many of the key moments of “No Way Out” as we in TWD fandom strive to process the constantly-unfolding “new classic” moments of this iconic episode. We, the obsessed fans, show our devotion to the TWD creators, cast, and crew by shipping our favorite show, (and the characters we love so well) with the unparalleled devotion they deserve, in the form of screenshots, memes, videos, blogs, fan fiction, interviews, articles, etc.
This, of course, is as it should be.
Lucky for us, dear readers, great love, lasting love, is reciprocal. Real love, when it’s got the flows, is a mutual, symbiotic exchange, an ever-evolving dance of give and take between two (or more) parties. That, people, is how real love do.
And, lucky for us, dear readers, Robert Kirkman, Scott M. Gimple, and Greg Nicoteroknow this.
They are worldly men, with big hearts & mad skills.
They know when to bring the love, and with TWD‘s Season 6’s action-packed, chock-full of spills, thrills, and cold, ghostly chills (OMG, the Sam chomp scene…and then, Jessie…and Michonne skewering Ron…and Carl’s eye….and Rick…and Michonne…and OMG, Richonne!..and that Rick and Carl scene…and Daryl…and Glenn and Maggie…and Carol and Morgan….and Denise and The Wolf…and the epic Battle For Alexandria…and Rick Smash! taking on all the walkers, berzerker-style… I cannot…but I must, and I will, dammit, I will!) mid-season premiere, Episode 609, “No Way Out,” Robert Kirkman,Scott M. Gimple, and Greg Nicotero gave everyone in TWDfandom a big, red heart-shaped box, tied with a pink satin ribbon, like:
“Here you go, guys. Happy VDay.“ ❤
And we TWD fans receive this love offering joyfully, grateful for the respite, because we know that as we celebrate the victories and post the memes, trouble is brewing, and hard times are coming for Rick and the gang.
We know soon enough, dear readers, that we are going to get our asses kicked, but good, and we’re ok with that.
It is, of course, as it should be.
So, let us seize the day and celebrate some of the highlight scenes and pivotal moments from The Walking Dead’s Episode 609, “No Way Out.”
When we left Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham in the first four minutes of “No Way Out,” Daryl had just been roughly escorted to the back of the fuel truck, at Snidely’s orders, by one of Negan’s biker goons, “T,” while Sasha and Abraham were looking down the barrels of their own handguns as they were held at gunpoint by Snidely, who had just informed them that he was basically done talking…
Then, suddenly, Snidely brings the weapons down, by his sides, slumping into his bike’s seat, looks down, as if reconsidering...
Snidely looks up at Sasha and Abraham with a sheepish grin…
…then rolls his eyes upward…
“I’m not gonna kill you,” he tells Sasha and Abraham in a joking, friendly manner.
Sasha looks at Snidely, nods, unsure of how to interpret this…
…and turns to Abraham, questioningly, like, “Is this a sick joke, or what?”
Abraham seems to be wondering the same thing, does not take his eyes off Snidely.
“Wait,” Snidely says, as if reconsidering…again.
“…wait…”
Snidely looks up at Abraham and Sasha. “You know what? Yes, I am,” and with that shitty statement, Snidely starts to lift the handguns, ready to shoot Abraham and Sahsa…
We hear a hissing noise, and then a huge explosion engulfs Snidely and his crew of biker dicks in a huge fireball.
Later, dicks.
Hey Snidely, did anyone ever tell you that you have quite the combustible personality?
Well, rather, you had quite the combustible personality…
…because you, and your shitty crew, and your snide comments are in the past tense, now…
…thanks to our man, Daryl Dixon. ❤
Holding the smoking rocket launcher, Daryl surveys the burning remains of Snidely and his charred posse.
Daryl’s like, “Whoa!”
He looks down at the smoking weapon as Sasha and Abraham ease their way back to standing from where they dove for cover.
Coughing, sputtering, ears sure to be ringing, Sasha and Abraham survey the burning, blackened remains of the men who, just one minute before, almost killed them.
I love this look on Sasha’s face as she steps towards Daryl. She’s beaming at Daryl, and nodding, and dazed, and so stoked, like, “Well, how about that? Hell yeah, Daryl Dixon!“
Daryl turns away, says, “Sonuvabitch was tougher than he looked,”(which is pretty funny,because that guy, T, looked pretty tough). As he walks away, we see that Daryl has a bleeding stab wound on his left shoulder, leaving a bloodstain on his left angel wing. This image really saddened me, on many levels, one of them being how it seems to symbolize all of the wounds Daryl has taken right to the heart in his life. ❤ We love you forever, Daryl Dixon, and we are with you, always, every step of the way. ❤
“Did he cut you?” Sasha asks. “A little,”Daryl replies.
Daryl turns, and classic Daryl Dixon style, says, “What a bunch of assholes!”
Sasha laughs, delighted, lays her hands on Daryl’s shoulder, causing him to wince slighty, probably both from the shoulder being tender and Daryl’s general cageyness about letting others touch him. Sasha, however, is family, and this is the first time we have seen her smile like this since, well, Bob…and certainly since Tyreese.“C’mon, let’s get you fixed up athome,” Sasha says, getting to play the role of bossy, loving, sassy sister once again. ❤
“Yes ma’am,” Daryl agrees. Still beaming, Sasha follows Daryl as they take one last look at dead-ass T and climb into the truck.
Abraham turns to take one last look at the blown up bikers and in classic Abraham-style, tosses out the last word:
“Nibble on that.”
Standing ovation, cheers all around to that incredible scene, especially to our man, DarylDixon, for proving his constancy and resourcefulness by saving the day, and the peeps, once again.
Deadie of highest order, The MVP Award, to our man, Daryl Dixon, and to the fine, fine actor who plays him, Norman Reedus.
How we love thee, Daryl Dixon/Norman Reedus!❤
There will be more star players awarded by the end of this post, but we have to take a moment to show the love, “right out of the gate.” ❤
We can only imagine the awesomeness of Daryl’s silent, stealth takedown of T behind Patty the fuel truck’s back bumper. God love him, because we sure do! Five or six minutes into the S6 mid-season premiere, and we are already awarding our man mad props and highest accolades.
I am also loving seeing Sasha blossoming once again, jolted back to life after her and Abraham’s brush with death. That beaming smile…so great to see that again! The banter back and forth between her and Abraham spoke to a deepening connection between the two. Very interested to see how this all plays out.
And, while we rejoice, I do feel the need to point out that there are speculations online about this scene, about the sight of a far-off car way down the road behind Snidely and his fellow “chodes on choppers” as he goes through his comedy routine of, “I’m not gonna kill ya, oh, wait, yeah I am.”
My WD buddy sent the following link to myself and our new team member, The Rookie. (Very cute and fabulous and fun, loves to research TWD, loves The Reedus…welcome tothe fold, Rookie! <3):
When I rewatched, I kept watching back in that corner, and I did see something that gleamed like a faraway car appear in the distance. As the article in the link says, there is speculation that the car may be Negan himself, or perhaps one of Negan’s scouts, who speeds off as the explosion happens.
It’s a compelling theory, and there is definitely a car back there if you watch the link’s video footage. At the first watching, I had wondered about their leaving the burnt remains of Snidely and the biker gang behind, seeing that the road where Daryl, Abraham, and Sasha meet up with Snidely’s road block was probably a well-known and well-utilized road & route for Negan and his operation, and that sooner or later, somebody was going to come up on the charred remains of the biker gang and report back to Negan, who would start sleuthing who the perp(s) were and get to plotting his revenge.
Because it just seems like Negan isn’t the kind of guy who lets such insults slide. Negan feels like he might just be the reigning Godfather of the PZA…and if he is that guy, then I don’t think that guy lets shit like blowing up his motorcycle scouts slide.
Negan be like, “Oh, no they didn’t!“
<Sipping Stella, trying not to have a bad-boy crush on Negan.>
Replace. ❤ There, that’s better. In this post, I am going to feature some of my favorite recent offerings from various TWD-loving IG accounts. ❤ Enjoy, and if you aren’t already, give them a follow!
Meanwhile, back at Alexandria:
When the gang is able to break away from the walker herd, they duck behind a bush for a brief rest. Rick turns to the others and outlines a new plan: there are too many walkers, too spread out, for the few weapons and flares in the armory to take care of. Rick lays out a plan to head out to the quarry and recover the vehicles there, come back, and I guess, lead the walkers away from Alexandria. As Michonne watches out (looking majorly badass while doingso), Rick tells the group that they need as many drivers as possible.
Jessie, after a moment’s hesitation, agrees with Rick’s plan…Rick sees the hesitation, waits, then listens as Jessie voices her concerns about Judith’s safety if they set off for the quarry. As always, excellent boyfriend behavior exhibited by our man, Rick Grimes, and good looking out once again by Jessie.Props. <3<3
Rick turns, thinking, and we see that Gabriel has overheard this conversation, and a light has turned on inside him…this is his chance to step up, to redeem himself. Gabriel recognizes the opportunity immediately, says:
“I’ll take her…keep her safe in my church until you all lead the walkers away.”
Rick looks into Gabriel’s eyes, measuring this.I looked into Gabriel’s eyes as well, and after a brief wave of creepiness and trepidation, I did believe Gabriel would keep his word and do his best to protect Judith…and as we’ve seen in previous episodes, Gabriel def has some walker killing skills…time to put that shit to good use, son!
Mama Michonne is not taking any chances. “Can you do this?” she asks softly, like, ‘I will fuck you up if you fuck this up, got me?’ Gabriel gets her, says, “I’m supposed to…I have to.”
Gabriel turns to Rick. “I will,“ he vows. (Well, alrighty then, Gabriel. Don’t fucking blow it…or else.)
Carl passes Baby Judith to Gabriel…what a horrible, scary world to be a sweet little baby in! 😦
Jessie and Rick look on as Gabriel gathers up the baby, covers her in his cloak slimed with walker guts…one of the things that really worked for me with Jessie and Rick’s connection was that they both knew what it was really like to be a parent, and could understand/support each other in that. Jessie would have been a good mom figure to Judith and Carl. 😦 ❤
As Gabriel turns to go, Jessie has, voices the idea, “Take Sam.” Sam protests, and despite Jessie’s insistence that he would be safer in the church, with Gabriel…
…Sam insists on staying with her, continuing on to the quarry. “I’m not leaving you,” Sam tells his mother.
After Sam’s repeated assurances that he will be ok, that he wants to continue on, Jessie,God help her,relents to her son’s wishes (despite not looking too convinced…the shot pans around to the others, and they are not looking too convinced either)…
…but, Jessie gives in to Sam, thus sealing her fate, and her sons’, as well. 😦
Gabriel turns to Rick, vows, “I’m going to keep her safe.”
Rick looks at Gabriel, says simply, humbly, “Thank you.”(One of the first things that I fell in love with about RickGrimes was his impeccable good manners when someone did him a solid.The man is just solid gold, always. <3)
As Gabriel begins towards the church, Michonne shoots him a final stink eye, like, “I’m watching you, got that?”
They all watch as Gabriel walks away with Judith concealed under his cloak, making his way quietly, evenly, into the throng of walkers. He is doing well, not calling attention to himself.
Awwwww…. <3<3
Jessie looks Rick in the eye, tells him earnestly, “Hey, he’s going to make it, ok? “ Jessie gives Rick’s hand an extra squeeze.“I know it.”
After a moment, Rick takes Sam’s hand, and one by one, they begin to make their way back into the flow of walkers. Carl looks towards Ron, who hangs back, hesitating, and offers Ron his hand…
Again, Ron hesitates, looks down at Carl’s proferred hand a moment…
…before taking it in a rather dickish and aggressive fashion (Ithought,anyway). (Ugh, you’re such a chip off your dickhead dad, McSlappy!)
Meanwhile, in another part of Alexandria, Tara is peering through the barred window of the home that she, Rosita, Eugene, Carol and Morgan is safely encased in…you can tell she is peering out for any sign of poor Denise, who was taken against her will by the dark-haired young Wolf.
Outside, countless walkers pass, some lurching along in a slow, plodding fashion, others zigzagging in a shuffling sidestep, heads jerking discordantly as long-dead nerves fire intermittently in the most basic arc. a mere brain-stem connection.
There are so many walkers pouring past the barred window.
Tara turns from the window, says, “We have to try.“ (Man, poor Tara is having some pretty horrible luck dating women in these postapocalyptic times!)
Rosita, who is ever-so-hot, and ever-so-wise, sez no way, there are too many of them.
The girls go back and forth, Tara saying that the Wolf will kill Denise, and Rosita countering that they won’t even be able to get to her (through all those walkers).
Like a boss, Rosita lays it down, hard truth delivered firmly, but with love: They have one gun, and there are too many of “those things” out there. The Wolf needs Denise, as he’s sick, and she’s a doctor. (I hadn’t really thought about that angle of it, but that does make sense…he would have a vested interest in making sure Denise made it with him through the walkers.) Rosita points out that the Wolf knows how to survive out there, and that she, Tara, and Eugene need to stay back and make sure Carol and Morgan are ok…when they wake up, then they can make a plan.
A noise from the other room startles them, and they go in to see Eugene helping Carol come to standing. She’s pretty jacked, you can tell, after Morgan threw her down on that concrete floor (thereby earning himself quite the drop in approval ratings from my corner of the universe).
Like, I empathize and all, and I have love for Morgan. I know that he is trying to apply Eastman’s style of kung fu quite literally to his own life, to help him have a code to live by, but Eastman’s methods apply way more in theory than in actual practice around these parts.
Eastman had indulged his deep bloodlust desire for vengeance to the max, building a prison cage inside his mountain home to imprison the man who killed his family, and destroyed Eastman’s life, and exacting his vengeance by watching the man starve to death in that cage, Eastman keeping him alive enough to prolong the man’s suffering while watching it, 24/7 if he wanted to…like bingewatching your revenge.
I have thought about that Eastman storyline, and I tried to imagine what that would have been like, how long it would have taken, what kind of interactions he and the man had while the man starved to death, day after day without food, and Eastman had total access to watch the whole horrific day-to-day process unfold.
Basically, people, like I’ve said before, I know it isn’t real, but I still obsess, and I have formed a personal theory that Eastman was able to indulge his darkness, his obsessive desire for revenge, fully, and come out the other side, perhaps sobered and sickened by the reality of what he did to the man who killed his family. Dude, starving someone to death who is imprisoned in a cage that is basically right in your living room, where most people’s tv’s would be, is some pretty burly shit.
So, Eastman indulged his darkness, fully, and was living in isolation, so he had time, space, and distance to then immerse himself in his quest for peace and quietude: reading, meditating, practicing with his staff, working in his garden, practicing nonviolence, vegetarianism, embracing life as something precious. Those lofty ideals that Eastman espoused were much easier to practice safely removed from others, especially in the days after a zombie apocalypse.
The way I see it, Morgan’s path is vastly different from Eastman’s. Every time Morgan hesitates in killing someone, or something, who is clearly a threat and who will remain a threat, well, that hesitation seems to come back and bite him, or someone close to him, in the ass. Little Duane was killed, in a horrible twist of irony, by his undead mother, Jenny, who Morgan remained unable, or unwilling, to rekill, though he had many opportunities to do so, and knowing, deep down, that he needed to.
The Wolf boys who Morgan refused to kill found Aaron’s man purse, and came and slaughtered many residents of Alexandria, and then, those selfsame Wolf boys that Morgan continued to spare tried to ambush and kill Rick Grimes in the RV, and now, one has taken Doctor Denise as a hostage and is trying to cross the sea of walkers to scramble up and over the fence…to do something, I’m not sure what, but I’m pretty sure it involves making Denise a walker, herself, at some point. (Honestly, I am still not sure what these freaking Wolves actually believe in…for a sect of humanity that seems to devalue life so much, that dark-haired Wolfboy sure didn’t seem to be in any hurry to become a walker himself, am I right? Like, hypocrite much?)
Anyhow, not sure how all this rant got started, but basically, I think Morgan is full of crazy beans and needs to get over it, like yesterday, or he can just go free-agent or some shit and get traded to another community, because I do not think the chemistry is there if he continues on this foolhardy crusade of his.
Carol seems mos def in my camp, as she looks down at Morgan’s unconscious form, asking Rosita if she can borrow her gun, so she can take a sweep around the brownstone and see if there are “any other surprises” waiting for them in there.
And then, Morgan wakes up, looks around…
…asks, “Where is he?”
Nobody has the heart to answer right away. Morgan then asks, “Where’s Denise?” to which Carol guesses, immediately, “He took her,” (while actually managing to hold herself backfromadding,“You fucking idiot,” to Morgan). I thought this omission showed some real restraint on Carol’s part. Props, New Carol.
“Didn’t he?” New Carol presses Rosita, who answers without words, slowly coming to standing, looking at Carol and nodding, then pulling out her handgun, silently handing it to Carol, who stalks off angrily to take a sweep of the rest of the house.
Morgan’s eyes register his dismay as he realizes the truth of what has happened, while Eugene, no stranger to fucking shit up royally for others, gently encourages Morgan to stand, and offers his assistance in helping Morgan up off the floor.
While that hot drama unfolds in the brownstone, we see an ariel shot of two figures, fleet of foot and nimble of mind, dart across the expanse between the fence and the church in short, well-timed dashes, ducking behind bushes, signs, undetected by the milling walkers, until they are able to scramble up the church steps and get inside safely.
We recognize these figures, with their speed and savvy, as Glenn and Enid. #superteam
…while outside, in another part of town…
The young Wolf looks over as Denise bravely tries to keep her calm, and composure, as they hunker down and wait for an opening in the steady stream of walkers, just an iron railing away, while taking momentary refuge in the downstairs bricked-in porch/patio of one of Alexandria’s brownstones. The Wolf narrows his eyes and smiles at this, touches his gun to Denise’s back, says, softly, “Easy.”
Meanwhile, once safely inside, Glenn bars the church doors and instructs Enid to look for anything that may have been stashed or hidden, even inside torn-out pages of a bible. As Enid looks up at a proverb painted on the church’s wall, Glenn continues, instructing Enid to look for any cloths or robes, curtains that could be tied together for Maggie to climb down off the platform she is trapped up on, while a swarm of walkers press and paw at her from below.
Honestly, at the first watching, I was kind of bored with Enid’s process…sorry, but I was like, “C’mon, Enid, didn’t we do this already, like in that town, in that apartment, then out in the bushes, outside the wall, in the tree, climbing up to the wall? “ Like, I don’t know, didn’t versions of this conversation happen like ten times already, or am I being very creative with my memory (again)? I was like, “Boring.” My friends were more tolerant with Enid’s process, so I shut up and sipped champagne and tried to emulate their good example. And they were right. Sorry, Enid. I have a shot attention span. I know you are a young girl and Glenn had an important message to impart.I’s a dick.
“Faith without works is dead.”
Meanwhile, crouched outside the brownstone as countless walkers stream past, just above their heads, Denise has her eyes closed, breathing through bursts of fear, and panic, that bubble up. The Wolf regards her closely.
“How things turn,” muses the Wolf, watching Denise like a movie.
Glenn finally turns around and is like, “WTF Enid?” and Enid’s all like, staring and mopey and like, “When I wanted to run, you said that’s how you lose people…” and then it was all like, wah, wah, wah, blah, blah, blah, my parents died, everybody dies, what’s the point? and Glenn was like, “You do it because you’re here, they’re not, and so you do it for them,” and Enid was like, “Ohhhh…”(and I was like,“Come on, already!”) and Enid’s all like, “Who were your people ?”
And Glenn’s like…
“Who are my people? Girl, I’ll tell you who my people are…”
And then, Enid finally fucking got it, and I was like, “OMG, finally!” and Enid was like, “Oh, look, I found a gun in the bible!” and Glenn was like, “Good job,” and I was all like…
“Oh, YAY, Enid. You go, girl. Now, can we please move the fuck along to the other storylines? Thanks!“
So, moving right along, to other storylines…
The Wolf begins to prepare Denise for the next step of the plan, “When there’s an opening…”
“…we’ll make a break for that tower, over there.” Denise tries to convince the Wolf to leave her: “No, I’ll just slow you down…”
Poor Denise is not to be let off the hook that easily, however. The Wolf leans in to her. “Denise?You’re here…with me.”
“I need you.”
The Wolf pauses, then smiles horridly, “Maybe I want you to stay…because I’m enjoying your company so much.“
Enid, meanwhile, flips the script on Glenn when he tries to order her to stay behind in the church while he goes to rescue Maggie…
Back in the church, Enid basically pulls a classic Glenn Rhee manuever on Glenn and tells him, “You were right, and I’m here now, so I’m going out there, and I’m helping you!” Enid then hatches a pretty brilliant plan involving Glenn distracting the walkers while she helps Maggie, who is injured and needs help, over the wall. “We do it together,” Enid says. Then she laughs, shakes her head with a shrug. “I’m just going to follow you anyway.”Glenn looks at her like he’s looking in the mirror. (Well, alrighty then, Enid! I like you so much better when you’re not being totally annoying.)
Meanwhile, the Wolf continues to chat up Denise. “I liked what you said before,” he says, by way of opener.
“That I wasn’t born this way?” the Wolf continues. “You’re right…I changed.“
The Wolf looks at Denise intently. “And now, I want to help you change.” (Oh, fuck, it’s some bad, bad fucking news when the dude with reanimated torsos hanging from meat hooks in the truck trailer says that line!)
The Wolf continues, telling Denise that she’s being given “a gift.” The young Wolf looks upward, muses aloud that, maybe, one day, Denise will realize that…or maybe she won’t.
Denise be like, “Well, I don’t know about all that, but I do know one thing…your breath smells like a walker ate a dead, decomposing skunk, and then shit it into your mouth. Seriously, dude, keepfucking breathing on me like that, and I’m gonna jump up and run screaming into that sea of walkers out there, just to get the fuck away from those mossy-ass teeth and that Breath of Death of yours.”
In the next scene, night is falling, and the walkers continue to swarm the streets of Alexandria. Their hissing and snarling fill the air.
Rick leading the way, the gang makes their way carefully through the savage walkers.
At first, Sam is holding it together pretty well, until some particularly messed-up walkers come snarling close by…
Butterface Walkers be like, “Yo, young homie, looking good, son! Looking fresh.“
And then, Creepy Carol’s lilting voice begins to fill poor young Sam’s head, reciting the fairy tale that is both a promise and a curse:
“The monsters will come…”
“…and you won’t be able to run away…”
“…when they come for you.”
These images seem like they are straight from the nightmares poor Sam must have started having that very night after Creepy Carol terrorized him into keeping her secret about stealing guns from the armory…
(Damn, Creepy Carol, did you have to get so jiggy with your scary tale? That poor kid never had a chance…all he wanted was the cookies, Creepy Carol. All the poor kid wanted was the cookies!)
Creepy Carol’s voice over continues, “The ones out there, and they will tear you apart…”
“…and eat you up…”
“…all while you’re still alive.”
And with those words, the curse was cast upon the doomed young Sam…
…for once the words fell from Creepy Carol’s lips, they imbedded themselves into Sam’s fertile young mind, and black vines of terror and foreboding began on grow wild…
…until they choked out the light inside the young boy, leaving only darkness within.
Sam stops short, staring at the walker child, and when Jessie looks into her son’s eyes, she sees his terror, his paralysis…and the fear in her eyes grows because she’s seen this before with him…she knows this is bad.
As Carl looks out, alarmed, Jessie tries to coax her son, “Sam?Come on…come on.Sweetheart? Sam…”
But Sam does not, cannot, heed his mother’s quiet urging...he is frozen with terror.
Jessie pulls at her son’s hand, but Sam does not respond, does not budge, will not move…
Rick joins in, and we hear his voice, Jessie’s voice, softly calling to Sam in alarmed whispers… “Sam? Sam! Come on, honey, come with me.” But poor Sam is in the grip of his worst nightmare come to life…
To his credit (which is limited at best), Ron tries to encourage his brother, “Sam! You can do it! Sams, look at Mom!“ But Sam shakes his head, becoming more and more upset, agitated, starts to cry…his heart pounding, body temperature rising, blood surging to the skin’s surface and to extremities to be ready to fight, or flee…and predators, like the walkers, can sense, smell, prey in distress…
Jessie kneels down to Sam’s eye-level, says more firmly for Sam to come now, come with her…
Poor Sam, paralyzed by his fear, whimpers, “I want to.”
This shot really gets me…it felt to me like Sam had already resigned himself to his unspeakable fate in the moment before the walkers’ attack…
And then…oh, God! OH, GOD, oh, God, oh God.
OMFG.
Like, seriously, people…
…I may need to go on antidepressants after rewatching this scene. OMFG, is that a chunk out of Sam’s shoulder in Take A Bite Outta SamWalker’s mouth? Jesus Christ…
At this point, I usually insert a technical factoid to distance myself from the horror of what is happening in a scene, so here goes: On Talking Dead, Greg Nicotero explained how the special effects crew designed special dentures for the walker actors in this scene. The dentures contained fake blood capsules that burst when the actor bit down on them, creating the effect of the blood streaming from poor Sam’s head as the walker bites down on it.
As the walkers engulf the little boy, poor Sam unleashes a blood curdling scream that has haunted my dreams, as well as some of my waking hours, since…
And, of course, the horror is just beginning…
Poor Jessie… 😦
…ughhh…
I…cannot.(Honestly, of all the gnarly and heartbreaking screenshots I have ever posted on this site, I think this shot, of Jessie holding her son’s hand as he gets eaten alive by walkers, has gutted me more than any other image I have posted.I am so glad this shit isn’t real, that Major Dodsonand Alexandra Breckenridge are alive and well. (Andp.s., Robert Kirkman, Scott M.Gimple, and Greg Nicotero, I will be sending you three the bill for all the therapy I am going to need after watching, and rewatching this scene in the writing process.Bravo,sirs…well played, wellplayed.)
Ron looks on in disbelief as Michonne’s eyes register the horror and gravity of their situation.
And, when a walker looks up a moment, tearing away a bleeding piece of her son’s flesh, muscle…
…Jessie unleashes a primal scream of a mother’s anguish as Rick, in shock at the sudden, horrific turn of events, looks helplessly on…
This scream, of course, gets the attention of nearby walkers…
…as Carl (whose hand Jessie still grips) and Ron realize, with growing alarm, what is surely about to happen…we her Rick’s voice, sounding so far away through her echoing screams, “Jessie...Jessie!“
As her son’s hand slackens in her grip, Jessie’s gaze deadens as she stares, fixated, at the grisly sight before her, of a group of walkers feasting on her youngest son, tearing him apart before her very eyes.
Carl, pale, panicked, sweaty, calls to Jessie in a frantic whisper, tries to pull her away, but she cannot, does not, heed him…
“You have to come!” Carl begs her. Jessie pulls back, in shock, seems unable to process this horror, this nightmare.
The walkers pounce on Jessie so quickly…
…it takes Jessie a moment to register what is happening to her.
By the time she realizes, it is already too late. The walkers descend on poor Jessie.
“No,” Rick keeps muttering, in dull shock and grief, watching the lovely, good woman who he cared so deeply for suffer such an angonizing, cruel fate…
Carl’s voice cuts through Rick’s reverie: “Dad…Dad!” Rick looks over, dazed, to see Carl’s hand still held fast in Jessie’s death grip…
As if in a dream, Rick lifts the axe he is holding, and after the barest hesitation, brings it down on Jessie’s arm…
…and begins to hack away at it to save his son.
With a final swing of the axe, Rick severs poor Jessie’s arm through, freeing Carl. The walkers pile savagely on Jessie, pulling her down to the ground in frenzy of feeding.
Through all this, a handgun (I forget whose gun this is…anyone?) falls into the grass, unheeded by Rick, Carl…but someone, someone who has now lost everyone closest to him, and who blames Rick Grimes for this, notices the gun, lying there.
Carl whirls at the sound of the handgun’s safety being released, sees Ron, who is clutching the gun, pointing it at Rick, behind Carl. “You…” Ron grinds out, staring at Rick with unbridled hatred.
“You!”Ron says, again, pointing the gun at Rick.
Rick says nothing, does not try to defend himself, or talk Ron down.
Before Ron can fire the gun at Rick, Michonne comes from behind, and in one quick upward thrust…
…and skewers the shit out of Ron McSlappy, son of an abusive a-hole, bearer of a legit grudge against Rick Grimes, but…we can’t have you killing our main man, McSlappy.Michonne no likey when some dicknuts is trying to kill her man, Rick Grimes…remember that time when the Gov was beating Rick almost to death at the Battle Royale for the prison?
Then, suddenly, Snidely brings the weapons down, by his sides, slumping into his bike’s seat, looks down, as if reconsidering…
Ron, in his dying throes and jerks, does manage to squeeze off one shot, involuntarily, as he goes down. Michonne pulls her blade back quickly, silently, as Rick nods his thanks to her and walkers fall upon Ron’s dying body.
Rick then turns to his son…and sees…
“Dad?”
“Carl!” Rick gasps, stricken at the sight of his son, blood pouring out of the hole where Carl’s right eye used to be.
Carl collapses to the ground. Rick rushes to his unconscious son and quickly scoops him up into his arms.
Wild with anguish, Michonne hacks a clear path through the swarm of walkers as Rick runs behind her, Carl bleeding out in his arms.
Holy crap, gang, I tell you…there isn’t enough wine in the world to make that shit go away anytime soon.
(Side note, I was still working on this scene when TWD’s Episode 609 aired this Sunday. It did my soul good to watch the next episode, and celebrate the classic Rick/Daryl hotness, as well as the new man talent (I ❤ Jesus), but it definitely was surreal to have to go back, after the watching of that frolicsome episode, and taking part in the Richonne celebration, and reimmerse myself into recounting this dark scene.
Honestly, t kind of messed me up, and I actually woke up the next day exhausted, run-down, fighting off a cold, and asking myself, for the umpteenth time, “Why the hell am I putting myself through this?”
I know why, loves…I think I do, anyway. It’s inexplicable, but it’s something bigger than me. It’s like some kind of Field of Weird Dreams:“If you write it, it will come.”
What will come, I have no idea, but this crazy project has been a life-changing endeavor, as it keeps me writing, and creating, and the readership is ever-increasing, at an unprecendented rate, with views from all over the world.
And, thanks for that, gang. Thanks for reading my crazy-ass blog.
It means the world…it really does. ❤ <3<3<3
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Now, where were we? Ah, yes, having survived the Jessie/Sam/Ron/Carl scene portrayal, let us step back and enjoy a couple of related IG postings:
This post features the amazing makeup and technical effects that went into creating the illusion of Carl’s eye wound.The makeup effects team created an incredibly realistic dummy in Chandler Riggs’ likeness, complete with eye wound, which was used in certain scenes, like the scene where Rick is running, carrying his wounded, unconscious son through the walker horde. An image of the eye wound was also digitally superimposed onto Chandler Riggs’ face (shown in the last panel) in the final edits of the scene where Carl looks up Rick, immediately after getting shot by Ron.
And this post (by the always-hilarious @therickygrimes ) is one of my personal favorites in regards to the character of poor, doomed Sam.
And, mad props, and a round of Deadies to:
1) Alexandra Breckenridge, the lovely and talented actress who plays Jessie Anderson.
Jessie, girl, despite my initial resistance to your coming on the scene, I did grow to have love for you. Respect. You did not deserve what you had to endure, both in your life, and inyour death. I am glad you got to kiss Rick Grimes, and hopefully, you were able to knock out a quick one with him in that garage before all the shit went down.
RIPJessie Anderson ❤
2) Major Dodson, who plays Sam Anderson, the sweet, doomed boy who went in search of cookies, and found himself a world of shit, instead…sorry, little buddy. That’s some rough breaks, right there. I love me some cookies, as well, and I could see myself getting into some similar trouble in the PZA in my endless quest for tasty night snacks.
Chris Hardwick posted this hilarious IG posting comparing a childhood picture of himself next to the talented young actor, Major Dodson, with the hashtag #IAmSam
RIP Sam Anderson ❤
And, finally:
3) A very special Deadie to Austin Abrams, the handsome and talented young actor who plays the complex character of Ron Anderson(a.k.a. Ron McSlappy).
Austin, it is not an easy thing to play a character who is generally disliked by an overprotective, somewhat obsessive fan base, but you really did an amazing job. Baller, truly. ❤
May your young star continue to rise…you’ve def got the goods, son.
And, Ron, well, you started out sweet, then downward-spiraled pretty quickly into becoming a bitter young D-bag.
Carl said it best, when he told you, straight up, that “Your dad was an asshole.”
He was, and for that, I am so sorry. And, your beef with Rick Grimes was definitely understandable, but we can’t have you shooting at the man, Ron, and we certainly cannot have you shooting out Carl’s eye.
That aggression simply will not stand, Ron McSlappy.
(I think, once again, Talking Dead’s In Memoriam said it best):
RIP Ron McSlappy
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Meanwhile, back at the brownstone:
As Tara tirelessly keeps watch out the window for any sign of Denise…
…and Morgan mopes…
…Eugene ponders the machete he holds in his hands.
Sporting both a game face and the Front Lines mullet, Eugene looks up at Rosita, who is watching him with narrowed eyes.
“Sooner or later, we’re fightin’ our way out of here,” Eugene says. Rosita regards Eugene a moment more, says nothing, then turns her gaze away.
“I am fully aware that you know that we will,” Eugene continues, in classic #EugeneSpeak.
Rosita looks back at him. “Yeah,” she confirms, arms crossed, “We will.” Rosita then narrows her eyes at Eugene. “Not you,“she says, somewhat bitterly, and begins to move past him.
Eugene protests, “Well, by my reckon…” Rosita cuts him off with a sharp hiss. “Eugene!” she says, arms crossed and eyes shooting daggers down at him. “Come on!” Rosita stalks off angrily…
…leaving Eugene sitting there, holding the machete and rocking the Butt-Hurt mullet. She’s right…how many times did she, Abraham, and so many others fight off walkers to protect him in the past, while he faked having the key to curing the walker epidemic? (Gotta say, really loving this shot of Eugene.)
Meanwhile, the dark Wolf peers through the railing at the walkers moving away, en masse. “They’re moving towards the gunfire,” he says, then muses, “I suppose someone thought they could put up a fight…I guess you all thought that.“
“We did put up a fight,” Denise replies. “That’s why your friends are dead.” (Oh SNAP,Doctor Denise!You throw some shade at that bad man, girl! )
Denise cuts a sideways look as the Wolf agrees easily, “Yeah…we should have waited, and watched a little longer. I was selfish.” The Wolf smiles, remembering, as he moves behind Denise to her left side, watching the flow of the walkers. “But, if I hadn’t been so selfish, I wouldn’t have gotten that I.V.”
Clocking the walkers, the Wolf tells Denise, “We’re gonna find a gap, and GO…up that guard tower, and over the wall.”
The young Wolf then turns to Denise, looks at her intently, grabs her arm.
Denise turns to look at him, afraid.
“You don’t need to be afraid,” the Wolf tells her. Denise turns her eyes back to the steady flow of walkers in front of them, turns back to look the Wolf in the eye.
“Go to hell,” Denise tells him.
The Wolf replies, “You need to know, it’s safer out there than it is in here.” Denise does not reply. “Start moving,” the Wolf commands her, “Start moving.” Denise is left no choice but to nod, wordlessly, and starts moving towards the stairs, the Wolf right behind her.
As they slowly make their way up the steps, the Wolf instructs Denise, “Straight up the guard post, and do not stop…go!“
Using Denise as a human shield, the Wolf pushes her forward as they begin to dash across an opening in the stream of walkers.
They zigzag past the walkers, but see that there is one walker blocking their way to the ladder, and another walker or two turning towards them…
Post Blocker Walker be like, “Hey, y’all know where the dang all-you-can-eat dinner buffet is? I been lookin’ all over the place for it, and I cain’t find it anywhere!”
“Owww!Goddam, now that hurts like a sonuvabitch! Y’all young people nowadays got shit for manners, you know that?”
Early Bird Special Walker grabs Denise and starts shaking her. “You gonna tell me where that damn all-you-can eat buffet is, you hear?“
“I got all dolled up for the fancy party, wore my purtiest dress, got my hair did and everything! Now, I’m a gonna get me somma that all-you-can-eat buffet, so you better just start talking, missy!”
After killing Post Blocker Walker, the young Wolf turns around, looking for Denise, and sees her trying to fend off Early Bird Special Walker. Now, the Wolf has a clear path to the ladder, is right there, but he rushes back to help Denise, stabbing Early Bird Special Walker in her rotting skull, rekilling her.
“Aaaahhhh! That ain’t no way to treat a lady, no sir!Lookit what you gone and done…you done ruined my fancy hairdo!”
As soon as the she-walker slumps down, dead for good, You Had This Coming Walker takes a bite out of the Wolf’s left arm.
Gnarly! As You Had This Coming tears a huge chunk out of the Wolf’s arm, the young man howls with pain and rage and rekills the walker with a downward stab to the head.
As the young man’s arm begins bleeding out, Denise stares down in momentary shock, then she looks up at the Wolf. “You get me to the infirmary,” she tells him, “and I’ll save your life.” He looks at her in shock. “I’ll save your life,” she says, again.
The Wolf and Denise begin to run back towards the infirmary...
Meanwhile, Carol has done a sweep of the brownstone, and looks out the window, upstairs, down at the streets filled with walkers. She sits down heavily, her head in her hand. She looks so over it.
Carol hears a noise, jumps up, gun raised, sees it is Morgan, who approaches slowly, looking somewhat shamefaced.
Carol’s face, as she registers who it is, shows her anger. She lowers the gun, turns back to the window. Morgan comes into the room cautiously, towards Carol, not taking his eyes from her.
“You had a child…right?“ Morgan guesses, astutely.
Carol does not reply. “A husband?” Morgan guesses, again, and Carol’s eyes close a moment at that. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” Morgan explains, by way of apology. “I had to stop you.”
Carol calls Morgan out, her voice shaking with anger.. “You saved him for you, not us.”
“If it was for us,“ Carol continues, “you would have-…” and she lets the thought trail off, unsaid.
“I should have killed you,” Carol says, looking a little shaken at this realization. “I should have…”
“You can’t,“ Morgan replies, before turning and walking out of the room.
Meanwhile, Denise and the Wolf duck into an office. The Wolf stares ahead in shock as Denise unbuckles his belt to make a tourniquet for his bitten arm.
“The infirmary is right across the alley,” she tells the dazed Wolf.
“We need to get you there, now.“
The Wolf continues to look dazed with shock. “Hey!” Denise says, trying to bring him back to the present. The Wolf looks at her, then looks away, his brow furrowing with confusion. “The ladder was clear,” he says, wonderingly. “We could have made it.”
“You turned back for me,” Denise reminds him, tightening the tourniquet around his arm. The Wolf turns to look at her, remembering. “Maybe it was because you needed a doctor,” Denise says, looking at the Wolf significantly..
“Or, maybe you changed.” The Wolf looks at her, stunned at this. Denise turns to go, then turns back to the Wolf. “You ready?” she asks him, and after a moment, he follows her out of the office.
Once outside, the pair must start fighting off many walkers. The Wolf is able to shove a few nearby walkers away and clear a path, but one walker makes straight for Denise.
Sub Pop Walker be flyin’ the flannel and the ferocity.
The Wolf pulls the walker away from Denise, just in time, and calls to her to “Come on!”when a couple of pops sound out from above…
The Wolf is hit by one bullet, then another, as Denise stops and stares, in shock, first at the Wolf, then up where Carol is standing above them, on an upstairs balcony, pointing a gun at the Wolf. “Go!” screams Carol to Denise.
Denise hesitates, and Sub Pop Walker lurches forward for another go at her. The Wolf clasps his arms around the walker from behind, dragging it down with him as he echoes Carol’s command, yelling for Denise to “Go!”. Denise looks back at him a moment more, as walker upon walker descend upon the young Wolf, before turning and running.
Carol watches the young Wolf, whom she had wanted to kill, and who just so clearly intervened to save Denise’s life, get taken down by walkers. Carol’s face shows her conflict, and her sadness as she watches this.A very special Lupine Deadie goes to Austrailian actor Benedict Samuel, who plays the dark haired Wolf, and who, thankfully, is as handsome and delightful as he is talented. Well done, mate!
Denise rushes into the infirmary as Heath and Aaron quickly bar the door behind her. (And, where the hell has Heath been this whole time? I haven’t seen that dude since before the Wolves attacked Alexandria. Heath’s all like, “Whoa, man, I was totally bingewatching Gilmore Girls dvds, and then I musta fallen asleep, because next thing I know, this crazy noise wakes me up, and I look out the window, and there’s like a shit-ton of walkers everywhere!”)
Aaron peers out the infirmary window, whispers, “Oh my God!” at what he sees outside…the others peer out and see:
Rick and Michonne running, Rick carrying his unconscious, bleeding son in his arms, as Michonne hacks a path through the walkers to clear the way. They are hauling ass to the infirmary.
“It’s the kid,” says Heath. “Is he bit?”
Denise closes her eyes, takes a few deep breaths to steady herself, then replies, “No.” She then starts to order the men to gather the needed supplies, meds, IV, gurney. They rush to do her bidding. Doctor Denise is in the house!
Denise opens the door and points Rick towards the waiting gurney. He rushes through the doorway, Michonne behind him, both looking frantic with worry for Carl.
Denise immediately begins assessing the situation. “Gun shot wound?” she asks. “Handgun, close-range,” Michonne replies. As Denise gets to work, Rick pleads, softly, humbly, “Please save him…”
“Please!“ (And how about those eye wound effects? So super duper gnarltastic!)
Denise’s voice, and the others’ voices, begin to drone out, sound further and further away as it all begins to close in on poor Rick: His son is gravely wounded, eye shot out, he just watched his girlfriend and her son get eaten alive by walkers, and to add insult to injury, Rick had to hack off his doomed gf’s arm with an axe to free his son…and then, poor Carl took a bullet in the eye that was meant for Rick, and now, he’s watching a capable woman, who is an untrained doctor, begin the procedures to try to save his son. #shittiestdayever
My WD buddies and I loved this tender gesture on Michonne’s part, taking the walker guts cloak off Rick for him. ❤
Rick turns away, head in hand, then turns back as Denise begins to operate on Carl, ordering Michonne to apply pressure to Carl’s head, above the eye, to try to keep him steady during the procedure, and to limit blood loss…
Rick peers out the window, and as feared, the light that Denise is using for surgery is indeed drawing the attention of nearby walkers, who are shuffling en masse towards the infirmary.
Rick Smash! has some serious rage that he needs to work out, and so our man pulls out his trusty hatchet, goes to the door, and begins to open it.
Time to get to work, Rick Smash! (P.S. I love you. <3)
As he saunters out the door, ready to fuck shit up, we can hear Michonne’s voice calling after him, “Rick! What are you doing? Rick…Rick!”Rick Smash! does not hesitate as he out the door and closes it behind him. <3<3<3<3
Rick Smash! is not fucking around.
Our main man is all about the business of fucking some walkers UP.
Rick Smash! be like, “I am most ill and I’m axin’ and slayin!'”
(On a side note, my hubby’s been teaching me how to split logs, and I’ve been wielding the axe a lot lately, chopping a lot of wood. I have a long way to go with my building my strength and skillz, but I have been thinking that the axe might be my signature weapon in a zombie apocalypse. Just a lil FYI.)
As Rick Smash! kicks Why Don’t You Ax Him? Walker‘s rekilled ass away, Phil Side Walker looks on in dismay all the harshness going down, like right in front of him.. He’s all like, “Hey, man!Hey,man,that’s not cool!That’s not cool, bro…so not cool!!”
Phil Side Walker continues his conscientious objections: “Dude, your agro is totally harshing the collective mellow…don’t you know, like, it’s all connected, bro? We are all onewith theuniverse, man!”
But, of course, Rick Smash! doesn’t care about any of that shit. He just wants to smash him some of these undead fuckers that keep ruining his life and fucking everything up for everyone he loves. And so, he does, looking completely sexy and baller while doing so.
He gets jiggy with that shit, and we likey. ❤
At this point, Phil Side Walker feels it is his karmic duty to call out, “Dude, bro, violence is never the answer!”
❤ The Rick Smash! angels in my head are singing, “Hallelujah!” ❤
Back inside, Michonne keeps looking towards the door, getting frantic. “Rick’s out there,” she says, in a rush.. “Hold on,” says Doc Denise, calmly, stitching Carl’s wound.
“He needs my help!” Michonne presses. “Just one more suture,” Doc Denise replies, steadily working. “He’s out there!“ Michonne cries.(OMFG, were you fellow Richonners out there just loving the shit out of this, or what?I was sooo dying! ❤ )
Doc Denise is all like, “Girl, I know you gotta get out there to your bf and all, but first things first…”
Doc Denise says calmly, firmly, “This is his son. Give me a second.” Really becoming a major fan of Doc Denise, and busting out a love offering right here, right now by awarding DocDenise both a barnfullawalkers Weird Science Deadie Doctorate and naming her as one of the three MVP‘s of TWDEpisode 609…Daryl Dixon, Doc Dense, and our third MVPwill be named soon enough, loves, and I am sure you know who it is already. 🙂 ❤
Even Michonne, in her panic, is like, “Yes, Doctor.” Behind her, Aaron marvels, “He’s taking them all on…we have to go get him.“
Spencer’s like, “Say what?”(Yeah, that means you. too, pretty boy, so grow a pair, arm yourself, and get out there and get to rekilling STAT.)
Heath (who is well-rested and reinspired after his long nap and Gilmore Girls marathon) turns to Spencer, agrees with Aaron. “Wehave to.” Heath turns to the others, taking deep breaths, readying himself for battle.“This is it.”
Doc Denise announces, “Got it,”and Michonne bends down to give Carl a quick kiss on his forehead…
…then grabs her katana, rushing out the door, with Heath, Aaron, and after a moment’s hesitation, Spencer, following right behind her.
The walkers are coming full force towards Rick, who is still hacking away at them, berzerker style.
The others, Michonne, Aaron, Heath, and Spencer, join Rick, and the gang forms a kill circle, back to back, facing the oncoming walkers head on…
…as other residents of Alexandria look out from the safety of indoors, and see the small circle of warriors battling for their town… (I think this is Fax 2 Cleveland guy from the Abraham/Francine walker attack construction site. Go, F2C guy, go on with your bad self and help Rick Grimes take back this town!)
Go, Olivia!
Go, Eric! You can do it!
Heath got some mad rekill skillz…
Rick-In-Charge orders his band of warriors: “Knock “em away, drive ’em down.” He then turns to see…
…the second string, machetes in hand, running down the steps to join the fight! Yahoo!
Couples who rekill together, stay together! ❤
Spencer’s starting to get the hang of this…
“We can beat ’em!” Rick exhorts his troops.
Aerial view, as the Battle For Alexandria rages on.
From inside his church, Father Gabriel peers out the window at Rick and the others fighting. We can hear Rick shouting orders, encouragement from outside.
Judith begins to fuss, and Gabriel takes her over to a female parishioner, asks her to take the baby.
Gabriel then walks over, picks up a bloodstained machete, and walks over to the door. Tobin follows him, asks, “Gabriel, what are you doing?”
Gabriel turns to the his parishioners. “We have been praying, together, praying that God will save our town…”
“Well, our prayers have been answered. God will save Alexandria…”
“…because God has given us the courage to save ourselves.” (Can I hear a “Praise the Lord!”?)
As Rick Grimes and his merry band of Badass Berzerkers go to town on the walker herd…
Tara tells the others, in the brownstone, that the walkers outside are starting to thin out…Carol comes in and informs them that Rick, along with Michonne and some others, is making a stand against the walkers. “We need to get out there,” Carol says, heading for the door.
Carol tells Tara that Denise made it back to the infirmary safely, then tells the others that she’s going to help Rick.
Morgan chimes in, says that he is going, too. The others, one by one, voice their support. They are all in, even Eugene.
Rosita turns to Eugene. “Eugene, you don’t have to,” she tells him.
“That’s incorrect, I do,“ Eugene replies. “Nobody gets to clock out today. And, hell, this is a story that people are gonna tell.“
And so, the story of the Battle of Alexandria continues, as the invading walkers stream towards the fight…
Rosita and Eugene leading the way, the others join the seige.
The first blow Morgan delivers with his staff sends a walker to the ground, and as it rears back up, snarling, Morgan sees it is the young dark-haired Wolf.
Morgan looks down at the Wolf Walker. “I’m sorry,” he says, before swiftly delivering the fatal blow.
Meanwhile, Operation Rescue Maggie is underway, with Glenn and Enid sprinting past walkers…
…to the lookout post Maggie is trapped up on. To Glenn’s horror, the walker horde is charging the posts, and the makeshift wooden structure is rocking as Maggie hangs desperately on. It will not hold much longer.
Glenn orders Enid to “Go get her,” and when Enid hesitates, Glenn barks out the order again. “Go get her!”
As Enid rushes forward towards Maggie, and the swarming walkers…
…Glenn begins firing his handgun, screaming to the walkers, “Over here! Over here!“
Hearing Glenn’s voice, Maggie looks up to see her man for the first time since before he set out to redirect the quarry walkers and was feared dead.
Maggie immediately sees the danger Glenn is putting himself in. “Glenn!” she cries.
“Glenn!” Unbeknownst to Maggie, Enid is scaling up the side of the tower to help her. Glenn continues shooting, calling to the walkers, to draw them away from Maggie, going hand-to-hand with the ones that get too close to him. “Over here!Hey!Over here!“
Maggie helps pull Enid up, and they both watch helplessly as the horde of walkers begin to stream over to Glenn, who continues shooting, yelling, fighting them off.
The walkers continue to swarm around Glenn, backing him up against a wall. He continues to fight, and that this point in the inital watching, TWD fans’ cortisol levels were rising…
Maggie raises her gun, aims, and pulls the trigger, but the telltale click signals that the gun is out of ammo. “Shit!” she swears, then in a last-ditch effort, she bangs the gun against the railing, trying to draw their attention away from Glenn, to no avail.
Glenn Rhee continues to fight, to the very end if he has to…
…and the walkers continue to close in on him.
Maggie watches, helpless and distraught, as Enid takes advantage of the clearing to tie her makeshift rope to the railing. It is what Glenn would want her to do, and she knows it.
Maggie cries, frantic, watching the walkers close in and around Glenn.
Suddenly, the sound of shots pepper the air, and the walkers closest to Glenn go down, one by one.
Glenn drops for cover as the walkers around him go down, one by one, in a spray of undead blood and guts.
It’s the sexy sharpshooters, Abraham and Sasha, come to save the day!
As Glenn looks up dazed, he sees Abraham looking down at him.
“Can you get the gate?” Abraham jokingly calls to Glenn. “Appreciate it, pal!” And with a laugh, Abraham returns to one of his favorite pasttimes…
…blowing away some walkers.
Later, fuglies.
As Abraham, Sasha, and Enid help Maggie down onto Patty the fuel tanker…
…Glenn climbs into the shotgun seat,. Daryl asks him, “What the hell happened?” Glenn replies that he doesn’t know, he just got back there, himself. It’s crazy to think of all that has happened to each of them since they first set off for the quarry, to lead the walkers away from Alexandria.
Glenn voices the idea of leading the walkers away, but Daryl has a better plan. He bangs on the ceiling of the truck, signaling the others on top.
Meanwhile, in another part of town, Rick and the others continue to go hand-to-hand with the walkers. (I found myself admiring Eric’s sporty style of walker killing…those Alexandria cardio kickboxing classes have really paid off!)
However fearsome and badass each warrior is in holding his/her own, the walkers’ sheer numbers continue to give them the advantage as they press onward towards the living.
Meanwhile, Daryl backs the fuel truck up to Alexandria’s mini lake in the center of town…
…and while Glenn, Sasha, and Abraham fight off walkers, Daryl opens the hose and unleashes a large spray of gasoline into the lake.
The warriors of Alexandria continue to face off with the press of walkers…
…who keep backing them up…
…until they are nearly up against the walls.
The next day…
“I was wrong.”
“I thought after living behind these walls for so long…”
“…that maybe they couldn’t learn.”
“But, today…”
“Today, I saw what they could do…what we could do…”
“…if we work together.”
“We’ll rebuild the walls…we’ll expand the walls.”
“There will be more; there’s gotta be more.“
“Everything that Deanna was talking about…”
“…is possible. It’s all possible. I see that, now.“
“When I was out there, with them, when I knew it was over, I had this feeling…”
“It took me a while to remember what it was…”
“…because I hadn’t felt it since before I woke up in that hospital bed.”
“I want to show you the new world, Carl. I want to make it a reality for you. Please, please, Carl…let me show you.”
In response, Carl’s fingers close gently over his father’s hand.
Ladies and gentlemen, our third and final MVP for Episdoe 609: Rick Grimes.<3 ❤ <3<3
Well, kids, there it is. I wanted to pay homage to this incredible episode and reconnect with my fave show with a super tweaktastic post. I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope you enjoy the playlist as well. Next couple of posts will def be breezier, more scaled-down, but def showing the love and celebrating TWD.
Until next week, loves, and enjoy the playlist.
❤
Playlist:
Aerosmith,“Back In The Saddle”
Judas Priest,“You Got Another Thing Comin'”
Van Halen,“On Fire”
Misfits, “Last Caress”
The Smiths, “This Night Has Opened My Eyes”
Mob Deep (Nas, Raekwon),“Eye For And Eye (Your Beef Is Mines)”
Before webegin our 2016 TWDSeason 6Halftime Report, we at barnfullawalkers would like to come out swinging our trusty bats (wrapped in barbed-wire, of course) and show our dear readers the lovewith this humble offering, theMy Bloody Valentine’s DayPlaylist, featuring18 songs celebrating the many phases, stages, and rages of love.
Happy Valentines Day, and Happy TWD Season 6 Mid-Season Premiere Day, #TWDFamily! You, and our post ZA family of Rick and the sweet gang, well, you all complete me.
So, thanks for that, and for that, I offer this:
❤ ❤ MyBloody Valentine’s DayPlaylist ❤ ❤
Now that we’ve gotten our groove on, there are a few key points I’d like to address before we take a few last deep breaths before diving once again into The First FourMinutes of TWD’sEpisode 609,“No Way Out.”
First off, I’d like to raise a cheers to the news that barnfullawalkershas officially upgraded and is now on the new, swanky “Premium plan,” which basically means, pictures are back! Yes!
<whistles, cheers, catcalls, guitar solos, lighters held high in the air, stage-diving>
Also, I have been going back and editing previous posts, not so much for content (although there has been a little tidying up in that direction), but more for fixing errors, typos, and adjusting font and punctuation where, and when, indicated.
Editing is truly a humbling endeavor, and I am finding that it must happen on many levels if one is going to strive to make their work as seamless as possible. What I try for when I write, and edit, is to make what I am saying sound as natural, organic, conversational as possible.
So, for those frequent readers who like to revisit past posts, and playlists, you may see some slight changes in the way the posts look, and hopefully, much improvement. In addition, due to the swanky new premium plan, there are many more formats and options available to play with, so www.barnfullawalkers.com will most likely be getting a bit of a makeover in the writing interim.
At barnfullawalkers, we strive always for upward momentum, evolution, and maximum awesomeness as we ship our favorite show. ❤
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And now, dear readers, without further ado, let us revisit The First Four Minutes of TWD’sEpisode609, “No Way Out”:
(All images used in this post are screen caps from AMC’s The Walking Dead unless otherwise specified.)
At first, it all seemed to be going pretty well…
After managing to survive the ambush that separated them, and their respective adventures, Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham reunited, armed with a full fuel truck, a new grenade launcher, and some new duds for Abraham to go a’ courting in…
I am not sure exactly what Daryl is looking at in this opening shot, but it is not the first time I have wondered what he is thinking about…it looks like he is checking the side view mirror, maybelooking for a glimpse of his stolen motorcycle and crossbow?(Man, and he had just gotten that bike finished and tweaked out just the way he wanted it…poor guy!) Fate and fortune can be treacherously fickle, Daryl Dixon…one minute they smile upon you, the next minute, they are crushing you under their stiletto heels and laughing.
Abraham and Sasha, riding shotgun, spot something up ahead on the road…
Shit. This is probably in the top ten worst possible scenarios to roll up on…
…biker dicks armed to the teeth with guns and attitude, parked and waiting in formation, blocking the road. Daryl slows, stops the fuel truck about ten yards away from the gang. What else can he do? One well-aimed shot from one of their guns can blow up a fuel truck full of flammable gas. The front dick (who I nicknamed Snidely untila real name is assigned tohim) beckons with his hand, calls, “Whyontcha come on out? Join us in the road?”
As Abraham, Sasha, and Daryl slowly file out of the truck, regarding the men warily, Snidely taunts them, “That’s great…goin’ well right out of the gate.“
“Step 2,” Snidely instructs, beckoning again with his hand, “Hand over your weapons.”
Shot of Daryl, looking majorly fine vibing Snidely and all his asshole flunkies.
“Why should we?” Daryl growls softly. (Man, I seriously love when Daryl gets all soft and growly like that. You tell ’em, Daryl Dixon!) ❤
“Well, they’re not yours,” replies Snidely, snidely.
“Whose are they?” asks Sasha Fierce, soft and growly, with full wildcatready 2 pounce attitude. ❤
Snidely cuts a look at Sasha Fierce...it seems he, and his ilk, do not enjoy uppity females as much as I do.
Snidely takes a step closer towards Sasha, informs her, Abraham, and Daryl that, “Your property now belongs to Negan.“
After a terse silence, Snidely adds, “If you can get your hands on a tanker, you’re people our person wants to know.”
Snidely then steps over to Daryl. “So, let’s get those side arms, shall we?” while we TWD fans get a super beautiful shot of Daryl’s side arms and triceps.
Daryl’s look says it all.
Snidely beckons with his fingers, again, prompts, “Right now.” As Daryl reaches back for his sidearms, we can see Snidely checking him out, Dirty Joe-style. Man, these greasy bad guys really are super duper gay for Daryl!
Daryl does not break his gaze from Snidely as he hands him his gun…
Snidely quickly takes the handgun.
“Thank you,” says Snidely, brightly, a twinkle in his eye and a #DarylBoner in his dirty trousers.
Next, it’s Sasha’s turn. Tapping Daryl’s handgun, Snidely steps up to Sasha Fierce, and she silently hands him her firearm. “Thank you,” he whispers, and Sasha lets out a small laugh, like, “Motherfucker, if I only could, your brains would be all over this asphalt right about now.”
Next, Snidely steps up to Abraham, who continues to look away, not acknowledging Snidely at first…
After a significant sigh from Snidely, Abraham finally slides his gaze down, regards the man with a look that silently mirrors Daryl’s unspoken sentiment: Fuck you.
“If you have to eat shit, best not to nibble. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat.Goes quicker.” Sounds like this advice is coming straight from a man who knows.
Abraham says nothing to this…
…and after a moment, reaches his hand down for his pistol…
…slowly slides it out of the holster…
…and silently hands his weapon over to Snidely.
Snidely’s lips curl as he mouths, “Thank you,” to Abraham.
As Snidely saunters back to his bike with their weapons, Sasha Fierce crosses her arms and asks, “Who are you people?”
“I get the curiosity,” Snidely replies, striding back to his bike and handing the weapons to one of his goons, “but we have questions ourselves…”
“…and we’ll be the ones asking them, while we drive you back to wherever it is you call home…take a gander at where you hang your hats.“
Snidely raises his finger, as if remembering something. “First, through,” he says…
“…your shit.” Snidely looks at Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham, his hand outstretched, waiting. “What have you got for us?”
“Yeah, you just took it,” Daryl replies.
Snidely looks at his man-crush a moment…
…before looking down, with a regretful smile, and shaking his head. He looks back at Daryl with a pained look. “C’mon, I mean, can we not? Ok?”
“There’s more,“ continues Snidely.
“There is always more.”
At the trio’s refusal to budge, Snidely gives one more mock-regretful sigh and turns to one of his goons.
“T, take my man to the back of the truck, start inside of the back bumper, work your way to the front.” Snidely straddles his bike as the goon shoves Daryl towards the back of the truck.
Abraham’s gaze follows Daryl and the goon back as Sasha stretches her neck, trying to tamp down her rage at what is happening.
In reply, Abraham demands, loudly, “Who’s Negan?” (Ha ha,yes,how I love you, Abraham.You rule so hard.)
And, in reply to that, Snidely cocks the handgun he is holding and points it at Abraham. “Ding, dong, hell’s bells,” he sings out. “You see, usually, we introduce ourselves by just popping one of you right off the bat, but you seem like reasonable people.”
Snidely turns to Abraham, laughs, “I mean, you’re sportin’ dress blues, for chrissake.” (Ugh, I knew those bad guy dicks were going to mock Abraham’s outfit! Assholes!)
Snidely continues, “And like I said, we’re gonna drive you back to where you were, and do you know how awkward it is carpooling back with someone whose friend, or friends, you’ve just killed?”
Snidely then rolls his eyes in a mock-grimace, as if remembering all those awkward carpools he had to suffer through in his shady past of being a murdering flunky.
“But,”Snidely continues, narrowing his eyes and pointing the gun at Abraham, “I told you not to ask any questions.”
“And what does this ginger do?”
“So,” concludes Snidely, “that’s that.” Snidely puts his hand to his chest and widens his eyes in mock-earnestness. “I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me,” and with that, Snidely releases the safety and points the handgun, about to pull the trigger…
“Wait!” calls Sasha, hurriedly, fearfully.
Abraham turns to look at her. (Wow, maybe she does like you after all, bud!)
With all eyes on her, Sasha Fierce takes some deep breaths, composes herself. “Wait,” she says again, slowly, more forcefully.
Snidely waits.
“You don’t have to do this,” Sasha begins, and in response, Snidely narrows his eyes, reaches in his jacket, and pulls out another pistol, points it at Sasha.
Keeping his eyes on Snidely, Abraham says, out of the side of his mouth, “Shut up.”
Sasha Fierce looks back at Abraham, completely annoyed, and whispers, “I am talking to the man.”
“No,” Snidely disagrees…
“…you’re not.“
And with those words, Snidely releases the safety on the second pistol…
…and Sasha and Abraham stand, bracing themselves…
…as the Bear McCreary music swarms and builds.
Damn, only the first four minutes of Episode 609, and I am already majorly stressed out! I am seriously hoping Daryl Dixon is back there, choking ol’ T out behind the back bumper or some shit…Baby Jesus, send us a miracle!
And now, because we could all really use a laugh right about now, ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy the Halftime Report Halftime Show, brought to you by Bad Lip Reading:
Meanwhile, back at Alexandria, things aren’t going much better inside the breached walls…
Beslimed in walker blood and guts, Rick leads the way, holding Carl’s hand as he leads the group through the sea of walkers who keep streaming through the walls’ opening, swarming around the streets of Alexandria.
The group surveys the swarm of walkers they must walk through.
We hear Rick’s voice as he begins to move through the walkers, from back inside the house when he was outlining the plan, coaching the others, “Stay calm.“
We see a close up of Michonne, looking like a badass as she moves her way through the walkers.
Close up shot of Sam, looking frightened, as Rick’s voice continues, “We can move right through ’em.”
We see a close up of Jessie, making her way past fearsome looking walkers as we hear Sam’s voice call to her, “Mom!” We hear one of the walkers begin to snarl, agitated at the sound of the little boy’s voice.
VDay Walker be like, “Dude, I thought they said this was gonna be a kegger.”
We hear Rick’s voice-over, again,“We don’t draw attention,”as Sam’s face shows his growing panic as the group makes their way through the walkers. “Mom!”Sam calls again, more loudly.
Rick looks back, like, “What the shit?“
Ugh, gang…I’ve got a bad feeling about this!
Gear up, people…if the interviews and the buzz surrounding the second half of TWD’sSeason 6 are any indication, we are going to get our asses handed to us by Kirkman, Gimple, Nicotero and Co. on a tarnished silver platter, piled high with fake blood and guts, with a smile and a few words of friendly advice:
“Bite, chew, swallow, repeat.”
Until Sunday, loves. Stock your coping larder, and get ready for a wild ride when The Walking Dead Season 6 mid-season premiere airs on Sunday night, February 14th at 9 p.m. Eastern.
Happy Bloody Valentine’s Day, and because we are all in this together, I leave you with some lovely pictures from the Entertainment WeeklyTWD spread.
But first, A Message of Love for our sweet gang, and for TWD fans worldwide, from David Bowie and Lemmy Kilmister:
Before we begin, tribute must be paid to a legend.
Rock In Paradise, Scott Weiland. Thanks for changing our lives forever. ❤
RIP (Rock In Paradise), Scott Weiland Playlist ❤
Much sadness with this passing of a true artist, and much love to Weiland’s family and friends. The world lost a great one, and we are lucky to have the lasting gift of his music to remember him by, and to dream to.
STP Forever ❤
Now, darlings, this initial post on “Start To Finish” is going to be regrettably brief, due to necessity and the onslaught of the holiday season. I had wanted to rewatch Episode 608, capture (& post) the many iconic photo moments, and celebrate the beauty, bravery, and delicious mayhem of it with you all, but such things will have to wait until after the new year.
I do promise that when the “Start To Finish 2.0” post comes, it will be super fabulous. We will get in there, loves, and we will rake the muck, muddy the waters, and hash all that shit out.
And, above all else, we will give the love to all the sweet peeps: Rick, and the gang (which now includes all of Alexandria), Glenn and Enid, and especially to Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham, who have driven up onto a motley biker gang, and a world of shit. Sending love, Daryl, Sasha, Abraham. Stay strong, stay together, if you can! ❤
Most of all, much love and mad props to Deanna Monroe (and to TovahFeldshuh, the incredible actress who played this character to perfection.<3)
While I am feeling of touch of the ol’ Post Dick Guilt Syndrome(PDGS)from my lack of belief in the method to Deanna’s temporary madness in Episode 607, we all know that I have been heaping praise upon Deanna’s (and Tovah’s) badassness ever since we met her in Season 5’s “Remember,” after Abraham bellowed Chris Hardwick’s fave line, “Who’s Deanna?” and we TWD fans witnessed the first of many epic exchanges between Rick Grimes and Deanna Monroe.
Who’s Deanna? Deanna Monroe is a badass, full of strength, heart, and wisdom, who left Rick, Michonne, and the sweet gang, including her community of Alexandria, a legacy of love, of family, and of hope for a future…a life worth living, beyond mere survival…a chance, perhaps, to flourish, to finish the dream that Deanna and Reg Monroe started.
In Memory of an incredible mid-season finale episode, and an amazing woman, Deanna Monroe, I present to you, dear readers, the “Who’s Deanna?” Playlist,which features a bevy of badass female musical artists, as well as Louis Armstrong, who could always abide and hang with the ladies.
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I must admit, gang, it was with some trepidation that I sat down to watch this past week’s episode of The Walking Dead, “Now.”
It seems pretty safe for me to speak on behalf of the entire TWD fanosphere when I say that Season 6, at this point, has been royally kicking our collective asses up and down the bloodstained streets of Alexandria (and beyond).
While I have been predicting this grim inevitablility for some time now, citing the Law of Kirkman like a mantra(“Kirkman does as Kirkman wants, and Kirkman can, and will, play with our emotions…it’s nothing personal, it’s how he do.”) while discussing coping mechanisms and Daryl Partners at great length and detail, I still have found myself as lost, heartbroken, and haunted as the next TWD fan by the soul-shattering plot twists, murderous mayhem, and freefall cliffhangers that Season 6 has served us thus far.
So, it was a truly a pleasant surprise to emerge from the watching of TWD Episode 605 happy, relieved, and relatively unscathed…plus, I had a nice buzz on from the couple of “coping mechanism coldies” I enjoyed during the watching.
While Glenn’s fate remained a mystery, there were no significant casualties(excepting:Deanna’s will to live, along her term as Alexandria’s leader; Spencer’s sobriety; some crappy Wolf Walker who was reanimating under somebody’s porch; Alexandria’s walker cherry; and, finally, the one poor suicide bride that Jessie had to rekill, employing Andrea’s invaluable “Here’s a knife in your eye” technique before turning and informing her horrified Alexandrian viewing audience,“This is what life looks like now...you fight, or you die.“).
It made me downright gleeful to see Rick Grimes sprinting like an Olympian back to the gates in those first moments of Episode 605, killing himself a swath of undead along the way, remaining intact, uninfected, and hotter thanever. And then, in true Rick-In-Charge fashion, our man immediately began the business of sexy multitasking, getting in done in his inimitable style, and even stealing a long-awaited kiss from Jessie in the garageat the episode’s end (which has pretty much become their love den at this point.)
And, speaking of lip-locks, I, for one, was cheering aloud when Denise unburdened herself of her fears, self-doubts, and overall paralysis and came out of the medical supplies closet, finally opening up her medical book, getting some doctoring going, and bravely pasting one on Tara in a “It’s the end of the world!” moment of abandon.
Did not see that one coming, and all I have to say is, “You go, Denise!”
Episode 605 also served us up with a highly entertaining round of Teen Tap Outbetween Carl “I Stole Your Girlfriend” Grimes and Ron McSlappy(the accursed hellspawn of Petey McBeaty, and heir apparent, apparently, of his father’s rage issues and general sliminess. I hope Rick gets his usual on-target read on that kid, whom I trust about as far as I could throw him, right over the wall, and into the horde of Hangry, Hangry Walkers.)
Now, darlings, while this tantilizing teen shove-match did serve us many peals of hilarity (both in the happening, and in countless social media postings afterward) I will say that unless a young person has been studying some form of marital arts in his/her formative years, a first real fight is sure to be awkward as all get-go, and will not win any style points.
I remember my first real fight, aside from scrapping with older siblings…I was old enough to know better, but young enough not to care. It was many years ago, at a late night afterparty I was at with my boyfriend at the time. As I remember, I was on call for work, and had an actual pager clipped to my purse (yes, darlings, I realize that I am really dating myself with this statement). Some drunk kid sporting greasy blond dreadlocks and unfortunate facial tattoos came lurching up to the group I was with and fell into my little boyfriend, knocking him to the ground.
I turned to the red-haired girl the drunk kid was with and told her to take her drunk-ass friend home, and she and I immediately launched into a she-match shit-talk exchange of profanity-laden threats and insults. As she turned to leave, the red-haired girl tossed a “Fuck you, bitch,“ over her shoulder along with her lit cigarette, which landed bullseye on my cheek, the hot cherry of it searing a burn about an inch or so under my right eye.
What happened next goes into the annals of “Defining Moments of A Life,” namely, my life. I am sure you have heard, and read, the line many times where someone was so angry, so incensed, that they “saw red.” Well, darlings, for the first and only time, thus far, in my life, in that moment, when I felt the double burn of Hot Cherry’s last-word diss and the firey end of her cigarette burning a hole in my cheek, I saw red.
Like, for real. A hot, red, slo-mo, Rick Smash!-stylemurderous haze enveloped meas I stood in shock, watching Hot Cherry toss her long red ponytail and saunter away, my cheek burning,my mind spinning, as I realized, “That bitch just fucking flicked her cigarette at me, and it landed on my cheek, and it FUCKING BURNED MY FACE!”
And so, dear readers, in my slo-mo, red, murderous haze, with an Altoid-sized circular burn beginning to blister my right cheek and a primal scream of fury roaring rampant inside my brain, I strode up behind Hot Cherry’s retreating form, reached out, and yanked back her head by her long, red ponytail. As I yanked her head back, her wide-eyed shock and surprise was pretty great to see (she definitely did not see that coming!). AsHot Cherry looked up at me, and I looked down at her, I realized that I was gripping a fistful of her ponytail with my right hand…and I am right-handed.
Well, darlings, as I said, aside from going battle royale with my older siblings as we were growing up, this was my first real fistfight. I had no idea how to throw a punch (even though I fronted tough and had thrown countless on-point punches in my rich imaginary world, where I had the starring role of sexy warrior goddess in the realm of Motoko Kusanagi,Xena Warrior Princess, and Buffy The Vampire Slayer). In real life, I had no idea how to throw a punch, and I certainly did not know how to throw a punch with my left, non-dominant hand.
So, in a moment of dawning realization that felt like it lasted an entire year, I looked at Hot Cherry, and she looked at me, her long red ponytail gripped tightly in my right hand, and with a feline growl, Hot Cherry lunged at me, and we began grappling in a girly, hair-pulling, mid-90’s version of Carl and Ron’s sissy slap-fight.
It all felt so surreal, and slow motion, as Hot Cherry and I hissed and slapped and pulled at one another. I remember thinking to myself, “Wow, I’m really going to get my ass kicked,”because I really had no earthy idea how to fight anyone, and there I was, in the beginning throes of a full-party brawl that I had pretty much started.
While I had gotten some good ones in on my sisters, back in the day, it had been years, and in all that time, I effectively had fronted so tough, and kept myself in good shape, so nobody really ever tried me. Until now.
Now, as time slowed down and the world closed in, Hot Cherry and I pulled each other to the ground, scrapping and mewing and rolling around in the grass (the dudes at the party must have been like, “Yes!”). I remember looking up and seeing the entire party pile in above us, like some sort of fight tsunami. All around us, above us, fists were flying, kids were scrapping, punching, shoving, knocking each other down, kicking at each other.
Thanks to me, and my burned cheek, and my murderous haze, the party had become one mass brawl.
Hot Cherry must have gotten pulled away by a friend, because I lost her in the crush of people who descended upon us. I kept expecting to get my ass kicked, my face punched, tackled, slapped, but surprisingly, no blows landed on me as I crouched down under the fray that raged all around me. A moment later, the sea of bodies parted, and I resurfaced for a brief moment, coming to standing, and facing, of all people, the greasy blond drunk kid with facial tattoos who had knocked into my little boyfriend, starting the whole mess in the first place.
As the party fight raged under us, the drunk kid with the greasy blond dreads and facial tattoos regarded me, swaying, with glassy eyes, and I regarded him, and before his impaired reflexes could react, I clenched my right hand into a fist, wound back, and punched that drunk kid square in the nose, and he went down, ladies and gentlemen. That. Bitch. Went. Down.
Between you and me, that kid was super drunk, barely able to stand in the first place. One way or another, he was going down, anyway, but when my fist connected with his face, dropping him, I tell you, dear readers, that shit was a rush like none other.
My inner celebration was short lived, because I promptly got pulled back into the fray, and the fight once again closed in on top of me, until I felt a strong pair of arms circle around my waist and pull me out of the melee…it was my friend, Erik, who got me safely away and chided me for getting myself into the whole mess in the first place.
Later, my buddy Bryan recounted my shining knock-out moment to my boyfriend (who was not amused, was pretty pissed, actually, and blamed me for ruining the whole night with my Fight Club antics…needless to say, we broke up soon after), saying, “Katie punched that dude right in the face, and he went down like a friggin’ bowling pin! It was awesome!“
And so, the next morning, as I walked home across town from pissed-off boyfriend’s apartment, sporting a good-sized hangover and an Altoid-sized circular burn on my right cheek, I felt like I had crossed over into another realm of my life, like I had gained entry into another tier of existence: Welcome to Badass Country.
My head hurt, my cheek burned, but damn, it felt good to be a gangsta.
Deadie this week goes to Lauren Cohan, and her character, the lovely and beloved Maggie Greene, for being so beautiful, and brave, and who is embarking on the journey of new motherhood. Much love to Maggie Greene, and to Lauren Cohan, for an amazing performance, and for being one of the most beautiful criers I have ever seen.
If Glenn does not return, it is some small consolation that Maggie will be under the loving care and dotage of Aaron and Eric, the cutest gay uncles any baby or beautiful young single mom could ask for.
And, dear fans and readers, as you know, the buzz about the TWD world community is that the role of Negan has been cast, and it’s none other than the super-tasty JeffreyDean Morgan, who is really a perfect choice to play the brutal, charismatic sociopath. If this news is indeed true (and it seems confirmed by a tweet from Robert Kirkman himself), then I am alternately experiencing total excitement, total elation, and total dread…a dizzying, heady, strangely thrilling combination.
After summoning the bravery, charging the phone, and purchasing the 12-pack of Negra Modelos (and the lime) required for the endeavor, I sat down last night to rewatch TWD’s Episode 603, “Thank You.”
It was not a journey I was looking forward to taking again, as the first go-around with it left me pretty messed up for about 24 hours after… as the week progressed, this feeling downshifted to a lingering feeling of hauntedness and melancholy.
My WD buddy and I talked, texted back and forth, shared and tagged each other in social media postings, trying to process this episode.
We, along with an entire world of TWD fans, had many burning questions in our hearts and minds that needed answering, so when the opportunity presented itself, I charged up, beveraged up, and went in.
A couple of hours later, I had watched, rewatched, rewound, paused, photographed, and posted about the episode, and I came away shaken, buzzed, and somewhat clearer about some points in the storyline of “Thank You” while being just as unclear, and uncertain, about others…there were a few key questions I was watching again to find answers for, the main question, of course, being, “Did Glenn die, or is there a chance he’s still alive?”
I still do not know, dear readers, with any certainty if Glenn Rhee survived his “untimely lot” of being knocked off the dumpster by Nicholas’s lifeless body, into the horde of walkers waiting below.
After watching, pausing, rewinding, and rewatching this shocking, harrowing, heartbreaking scene, I came away with the same feeling that I had upon watching Episode 603 for the first time…it felt to me that the scene was deliberately, artistically crafted and filmed to leave a real question, a real possibility that the gushing blood and innards that we saw the walker horde tearing into, feasting upon, were Nicholas’s, and not Glenn’s.
Call it wishful thinking…I am totally owning that shit. I did strive to be objective in the rewatch, and this is what I saw: After Nicholas and Glenn fired at the oncoming walker horde, emptying their chambers (or so we thought) and scrambling up on top of the dumpster, I made a note that both men were wearing grey t-shirts under their jackets/outerwear. Nicholas was wearing a khaki/grey jacket over his t-shirt, while Glenn had on a similarly colored button-up flannel-type shirt over his.
After Nicholas succumbed to his growing panic, he turned to Glenn, who was screaming at Nicholas (“Look at me!”), shaking him by the shoulders, trying to get him back…but when Nicholas turned to Glenn, with those dead, glassy eyes, it was clear that Nicholas was already gone. Nicholas thanked Glenn, pulled out his gun, put it to his temple, and shot himself, falling forward into Glenn, knocking Glenn down off the dumpster, and both men fell into the waiting horde. The entirety of the fall was not shown, but the angle in which the men fell suggested that Nicholas’s body would land, more or less, on top of Glenn’s body.
When Glenn landed, he landed on his back, and in the shot of his landing, we see his face, registering his pain, his shock, his horror, as the realization of what just happened, and of where he was, fully hit him. When we see that first shot of Glenn on the ground, we also see the top portion of Glenn’s chest, which is exposed, not shielded by Nicholas’s body at that angle.
If Glenn had the presence of mind, through his shock and horror of what was happening, to use Nicholas’s body as a shield, it could buy him a moment of time to perhaps block the walkers’ initial attack. He would really only have the smallest buffer to work with, as there were hundreds of walkers in the that horde, waiting eagerly for the men to fall so they could tear into them.
In that first shot of Glenn’s face, as he lay on the ground, there is no evidence of Nicholas’s body that we, the viewers, can see, and in that moment, Glenn’s face, throat, and chest are open, exposed, and vulnerable to the walkers.
Then, the angle of the shot changes, and we see Glenn’s face and whatlooks like his upper chest from above, as if we, the viewers, are looking down at Glenn’s face as if straddling him high on the belly, diaphragm-level. We see Glenn’s face in anguish, crying out, throwing his head back with eyes closed, as the walkers begin to tear into a grey shirt-covered-surface that looked, to me, to be at a higher level than Glenn’s chest would be.
(Let’s face it, while Glenn has definitely gotten more buff and manly looking since his days in TWD Season 1, he is still of a slender build, and the surface level that the walkers were tearing into looked, to me, to be much higher than the surface where Glenn’s chest or belly would have been. The level shown would have been the chest or belly of a bigger, stouter individual, like Abraham.)
This detail raised the question, to me, that perhaps the walkers were tearing into Nicholas’s body, rather than Glenn’s. In addition, the walkers on top of Glenn were shown eating intestines, which would have been lower in Glenn’s body than his chest area. We saw walkers’ fingers tearing into a grey surface that looked like it could be Glenn’s t-shirt at his chest-level, but it looked like the walkers were clawing at at a more elevated surface, and the innards the walkers were pulling out and eating were intestines, which would not be at chest level, but lower in the belly.
This second detail, the intestines, raised the possibility, for me, that the walkers were tearing into Nicholas’s lifeless form, which was on top of Glenn, and not into Glenn’s body…yet. And this slight chance, inspired by deliberately ambiguous camera angles, too many Negra Modelos, and a huge dose of wishful thinking, unleashed a wild hope in me that if Nicholas’s body was on top of Glenn, it could provide, perhaps, a momentary shield for Glenn…and Glenn, being ever-resourceful, could maybe capitalizeupon this momentary reprieve to orchestrate the most insane, superhuman escape from certain, unspeakable death that anybody has ever pulled off in the history of television.
I watched Glenn’s face closely, his reactions, his anguish, the way he was screaming. It yielded few clues…it could be interpreted either way. Glenn could have been crying out in pain and terror, being eaten alive, or he could have been reacting to the sheer horror of watching Nicholas’s dead body being torn apart and eaten right on top of him, knowing he would be next.
The scene ends with the shot panning out, so we see an overhead view of the walker horde closing in over Glenn’s face. The dumpster is right there, only a foot or two away from him. While many TWD fans have speculated on social media whether Glenn would be able to get underneath the dumpster for refuge, protection from the horde, I cannot say for sure whether I personally saw any crawlspace underneath that dumpster.
Did any of you see a space under the dumpster when you were watching this scene? Please leave me a reply, give me a shout if you did. I so want there to be a space under that dumpster for Glenn to get to safety!
The only ways I can think of for Glenn to come out of this dire scenario are: 1)Nicholas’s body provides a shield and buys Glenn some time to get under the dumpster, 2)Glenn figures out a way to use Nicholas’s blood and guts, or a walker’s blood and guts, to disguise his smell (can he quickly slash a walker’s leg with his knife, undetected, and get some walker blood onto him?) or, 3)somebody else comes, making noise and creating a big, loud diversion to draw the horde’s attention away from Glenn. It would have to be someone who has seen the whole thing go down, who knows that one dude just shot himself and knocked the other guy down with him, and who has the both the desire to help and the skills to do so.
(Haven’t we been hearing about the imminent arrival of another character from the comic book series, Jesus, who is due to come on the scene at some point in Season6?Jesus, buddy, if you’re coming, come quick, please, like, right fucking now, because some of our most beloved characters are in some real shit in the moment: Glenn, Rick, and Michonne, basically in that order of immediacy!)
Jesus, help us!
Another key question that was burning a hole in my heart, and still is, is what happened to Rick’s hand…look, I know when we last left him, he had just shot and killed, in pimp deputy style, like 5 Wolves (the blond dicknuts and his mini “pack” that Morgan let go back after they massacred Alexandria…and, btw, Morgan, dude, I love you, and I am looking forward to watching this upcoming 90-minute episode that seems to feature your backstory, but the fact that you let those murderous misfits of malignant malice & malintent go once again, to fuck shit up for our peeps once again, is starting to grate on my fucking nerves…like, seriously, dude, you’re killing me here. Please. Just. Stop. Doing. That.)
Anyway, as I was saying, before I went off on another parenthetical tangent (and speaking of, am loving how Edgar Allan Poe was not afraid to deploy the parentheticals in the sonnet I included at the beginning of this post), I know that Rick is in all sorts of deep shit right now…he had to shoot and kill the mini-pack, and the walkers are swarming in, and the RV won’t start, and Rick’s face is actually showing the emotion of fear right about now, which tears at my heart like, well, like a horde of walkers…
I know all this, and all this is seriously sending my cortisol levels through the roof. I am bugging hard about all of it.
But, I am seriously bugging about our man’s hand right now.
I rewatched that scene, replayed it many times, and while my initial fear, that Rick had gotten bitten in his knife battle with the walkers (and, Rick, sweetie, the machete…your red-handled machete is the weapon of choice in that scenario, not your trusty Swiss Army Knife!) was allayed, what I saw was Rick’s knife breaking at the handle, and his having to use said handle, and his fist, to break open the walker’s skull.
I am horrified to report that I think what I saw was Rick’s hand getting cut open from this blow, and possibly the knife break, and the way he examined it, I think some walker blood may have gotten in there…
Noooooooooooooooooo!
I swear, it took me chugging like two Negras to calm down after this realization, and while the beer didn’t really calm me down, it did numb the roar of panic and dread that filled my heart and mind at the thought of this perfect specimen of man, my most favorite pretend boyfriend, Rick Grimes, being infected in any way by tainted walker blood.
I think this realization is hitting Rick, along with everything else, in that moment when he is frantically trying to start that damn RV as the swarm of walkers closes in around him, that awful moment when his face is actually looking really scared.
If Rick does manage to get out of this RV/walker debacle, and actually get back to Alexandria before the walker horde does, is he going to be at the mercy of Denise, Ph.D., psychology docotoral student’s medical ministrations? While I completely endorse Denise as Eugene’s potential gf, I do not endorse Denise to be the one to diagnose and treat/amputate my man, Rick Grime’s, beautiful hand!
This simply will not do, people!
Deep breaths, deep breaths…let us look at something beautiful to calm our frazzled hearts and minds, shall we?
Just look at the beautiful man, like you’re supposed to… ❤
Kirkman, Gimple, & Nicotero, Inc. have really put TWD fans through the slapping machine with this episode.
Glenn may be dead, Glenn may make it out alive and intact, or Glenn may become a walker, Rick is trapped and about to be overrun, Rick probably has putrid walker blood coursing through his hand right now, Michonne almost got pulled from the fence, into the walkers, and is now trapped, along with Heath, Scott, maybe someone else…I am really so stressed, I can’t even remember it all right now.
I do remember how Michonne, Heath, Scott just stood and watched that poor guy, David, get chomped from the other side of the chain-link fence…hey guys, maybe you can stop gaping and put at least onebullet to good use and do poor David, the “nevercoming home” newlywed, a solid and put a fucking bullet through his brain to end his suffering instead of just watching him get chomped to death, huh?
And because this snarking is actually relieving some major stress, let me continue on a couple of other points…remember, darlings, when I told you in my “About”section of this blog, that there would be random ranting? Well, here goes:
This rant goes out to all those Rick-haters out there, specifically the Plan-haters, who have been whining online about how “Rick’s plan was a bad plan, it got people killed, and it killed Glenn.” Seriously, there are whiny a-holes actually being paid to write that crap, and this is what I have to say about that shit:
Plan-haters, please…if Rick Grimes hadn’t found, and sleuthed, the walker horde in the quarry, you know what would have happened? Those walkers would have knocked over the tractor trailer truck blocking them on the one ledge anyway, and many of them would have found their way to the hallowed walls of Alexandria, sooner rather than later, with no forewarning of any kind.
The Wolves were on their way to attack Alexandria, no matter what, so while Rick and the others would have been there to fight them, there still would have been casualties, shit would have still been fucked up, and once everyone rekilled the fallen and went to dispose of the bodies, guess what they would see, coming en masse towards the walls…a huge-ass horde of quarry walkers, swarming towards the hallowed walls of Alexandria.
Rick Grimes’s plan was actually really fucking brilliant.
The man thought it through, step-by-step, conferred with others, got the barrier wall constructed and buffetted, got all the gang organized and mobilized, all the while saving his newson’s stupid ass, mending relations with Morgan, squelching a mini-rebellion in a fair and benevolent manner, and communicating righteously with his girlfriend. (Um, and what the fuck did you do today, Plan-haters? Wrote another shitty article, posted some tweets, did 20 minutes on the elliptical, and reheated some leftovers for dinner? Oooooo, standing ovation, douchebags.)
And if you remember, the plan was working, and while poor Carter met his inevitable, horrible demise (oh, and Rick Grimes also quickly and humanely put Carter out of his misery, and got Tobin to fire some rounds to redirect the walker horde back on track), the casualties were pretty minimal.
The plan was working, and as with even the most brilliantly constructed plans, there is always the possibility of something completely unplanned, unexpected, coming into play to fuck it all up. And that is what happened when the blare of the truck horn screamed out through the woods, and kept going, and going, and then the plan was fucked.
Not Rick Grimes’s fault, dicks.
Put that blame on Morgan, and Aaron, if you’re going to assign blame to anybody.
Rick Grimes then singlehandedly risked his life, and probably his hand, to go alone to get the RV and draw the walkers away from Alexandria.
So, there, Rick-haters. Go sell your shit-talking elsewhere, because I will always step up to serve up on behalf of my main man, Rick. Fucking. Grimes. ❤
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And, since I’m going off, one more thing…this whole “Flight 462” business, the snippets of webisode AMC is showing in commercial breaks during TWD, is not really doing it for me. Like, dudes, I usually am totally the AMC/TWD cheerleader, but it’s been like three weeks, and we haven’t gotten very far in this whole “Flight 462” storyline.
Each segment is, like, only 2 minutes, and at this point, all we’ve seen the kid checking his phone, trying to text his mom, and looking around, all spooked, at the other passengers. We see some guy across the aisle, sweating, arching back, loosening his collar. I am definitely voting that guy “Most Likely To Keel Over And Reanmimate.”
There’s also that one Asian lady looking around like she knows some shit that nobody else does. ZombieApocalypse secret agent or some shit? Maybe she’s a sky marshal trained in the zombie kill. At any rate, she’s looking around like, “Just wait, fuckers, until that sweaty guy over there has a heart attack, dies, and reanimates…then the real fun begins!“
All I’m saying is, if that bitch knows something, she better be ready to rumble and get to rekilling when that sweaty dude dies and turns. Maybe she could grab one of the knitting needles that lady next to the spooky teenager is crocheting with and jam it into the heart-attack guy’s temple…and, um, about that…since when does TSA allow knitting needles on flights? That’s like, 1997 shit, guys.That shit is a few decadesbehind the reality of the times. We can’t even bring a 4 0z bottle of fucking lotion on a flight nowadays, let alone knitting needles. Your viewing audience has all flown in the 21st century. We’ve all had to endure the laborious TSA screenings, going through the metal detectors, taking off our shoes, and emptying the contents of our bags and purses for the world to see when trying to get on even a domestic flight. We’re not a bunch of idiots.
Tighten that shit up, please and thank you.
And, pick up the pace already...I am beyond bored with the whole thing. Three weeks into it, and we haven’t gotten off the runway. I’m with that one lady who’s ordering the alcohol from the flight attendant…over here, please, Miss, and make mine a double!
P.S. Heart Attack Guy = great name for a band
Wow. Sorry, gang. So snarky. You know that’s not like me. I am not myself in the moment. Super worried, super stressed about Glenn, Rick, and all our sweet gang. I have been paying a lot of lip service to coping with the TWD related-stress, but I am actually having a hard time putting my preachings into practice. Send me some love. I need it.
Deadies to: Steven Yeun, Andrew Lincoln, Danai Gurira, Greg Nicotero (for another amazing walker cameo in Episode 603, Scott M. Gimple (for kicking our asses and putting us through the slapping machine, hard), Robert Kirkman(for making it all happen, and for said Gimple reason ^^^^)
A very special and heartfelt Deadie to Michael Traynor, who delivered a haunting performance as Nicholas, a cowardly, tormented young man who falls in the Rick Grimes category of those who “aren’t going to make it,” and who will be sure to fuck it all up for somebody, or everybody, because “that’s just who they are.”
I felt real compassion for Nicholas, and in his brief, destructive, tragic run on the TWD storyline, his character went through such transformation. Glenn was right on one hand, when he tells Nicholas, “That’s not who you are anymore.” Sadly, on the other hand, Glenn was wrong, and it may have cost him his life.
Michael Traynor delivered one of the most haunting performances I have seen, well, anywhere in that moment when, on top of the dumpster and looking down into the horrible siren song of unspeakable death, the sea of leering walkers (headed by our man Nicotero, with that special gleam in his eye that he has when playing a walker…that dude has the most fun at his job of anyone I’ve ever seen!), their teeth bared, faces rotting, eyes wild with horrible anticipation. We see it in Nicholas’s face, the growing panic, then the shift, the horrible, pulsing soundtrack as his eyes deaden, and he turns to Glenn.
“Thank you,” he says, thickly, and puts the gun to his temple. And, in that moment just before he pulls the trigger, his face... I got an incredible picture of his face in that moment, of the bloody hand holding the gun to his temple. After some reservation, I did decide to post it on Instagram. It’s horrible, and beautiful, all at the same time. Bravo, Michael Traynor. May your star continue to rise after this iconic performance.
And, finally, to Glenn Rhee. I have cried so many times. I love you, Glenn Rhee, and I think I speak for all of TWD fandom when I say, We are not ready to lose you.
And Rick, if you have to lose your hand to maintain comic book cred, please may they outfit you with the most badass, sexy set of post-apoc prosthetics the post ZA world has ever seen!
Send Glenn, Rick, and the gang the love, enjoy the playlist, and have a safe and happy Halloween!
Much love, Glenn Rhee. I am keeping the faith!
And, Rick Grimes, hand or no hand, you are still my #1 pretend boyfriend…my devotion will never waver.❤
Glenn Rhee’s Perfect 10 Playlist: xoxoxoxoxo
The XX, “Intro”
Rush, “Working Man”
Mudhoney, “Flat Out Fucked”
Fugazi, “Promises”
alt-J, “Hunger Of The Pine”
Kid Cudi (w. King Chip), “Just What I Am”
Led Zeppelin, “Thank You” (for Glenn and Maggie <3)
(All images used in this post are screen caps from AMC’s The Walking Dead unless otherwise specified.)
Well, dear readers, once again, the joke’s on me…as I was frantically plugging away to get this epic post finished, my bare-bones, bottom-of-the-line WordPress blog theme finally buckled, and cannot hold any more images until my broke ass can afford an upgrade.
It’s something I have been wanting, and needing, to do for a while, and it will happen, loves, but not right away.
I was going to end this post with a thoughtfully crafted message to you all, letting you know that, out of necessity, I was going to have to dial way back on the level of posting I have been doing, which we can probably all agree is pretty insane. We do love it, no one more than me, but it’s become pretty hard to justify, time-and-energy-wise, and almost impossible to sustain.
I had hinted at this inner quandry in my TWDSeason 6 prepost, “The Night Before The Walking Dead Season 6 Premiere.” The reality of these times is that my family, my world needs my full, focused attention right now. Making these posts happen takes a lot of time, energy, and attention, and while I am already blown away by TWD Season6, and am inspired on so many levels, I need to simplify things, give myself, my family my full time, love, and attention right now.
Honestly, people, I’m a little fried, and I am needing to “relax the posting standards,ease into civilian life”for a while, as Abraham Ford would say. It’s time to find a new balance.
When I am able to upgrade my blogsite, I will start loading pictures, text again, at some point, along with playlists, which I will still post, weekly, on this site. The playlists are on Spotify, and I think they are easily accessible to all, even if you are on a free plan and have to deal with ads. It’s worth it. The playlists have been really fun and inspiring for me to create, with each week’s new episode in my mind, and in my heart. I stand by each and every one.
I have written 47 posts over the span of two years on www.barnfullawalkers.com, covering The Walking Dead episodes through the entirety of Seasons 4 and 5. I have left a sizable body of work for peeps to read, enjoy, and I certainly plan on posting more actively on my social media accounts. I will provide links to these accounts, along with my email address.
I would consider it the most amazing job in the world if I could do what I do here for a living, celebrating, promoting pop culture, sharing thoughts and feelings, and turning peeps on to great music. In the moment, I am but a working stiff who tries to squeeze out the droplets of time to do this…this latest obstacle seems like a sign for me to honor what I need to do, open my mind, and my perspective, and get creative with how to work around all this.
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I am sorry if this sounds lame, or is disappointing. It’s just the way life happens. I have been working hard on this project for two years, a fairly solitary endeavor on one hand, but it connects me to TWD fans, and readers, all over the world. This crazy blog is far from over, dear ones, and while I get my shit together, and tend to my nearest and dearest, there is so much fun buzz, art, and conversation about this already amazing sixth season of TWD.
Much love, dear readers, and enjoy this humble, almost-complete homage to The Walking Dead’s Season 6 premiere episode, “First Time Again.”
“Rick?”
“I know this sounds insane…this is an insane world.We have to come for them, before they come for us…it’s that simple.”
“You see that!?”
“It’s open! We gotta do this now! We’re doing this NOW!”
(Dude, already, the hotness…the Rick Grimes hotness…it’s all-consuming. I love it so.) ❤
Rick-In-Charge delegating, peeps scrambling…getting it done, son.
Carter looks like he’s about to cry. “Rick, we’re not ready!” Too bad, so sad, Carter. Fucking get ready, do this shit, and you can cry about it later. (Even though Carter is a weenie, the actor who plays him, Ethan Embry, is completely awesome, total TWD fan who auditioned for various roles on the show 5 or 6 times before getting cast as Carter. He had to keep this news a secret from the group of friends he gets together with to watch TWD. How cute is that? They must have been totally shitting when they found out he was going to be on it!)
Rick bellows, “Abraham, Sasha!” “Damn straight,” replies Abraham, “We’re doing this live!”
Nicholas: “I’m here, let me help.” Glenn: “No.” Nicholas: “I’m HERE!”
Glenn: “Do everything I say.” Nicholas: “I will.”
Daryl yells, “They’re coming!”
At Rick’s command, “Get ready to hit the flares!”one, two, three flares go up, diverting the walker horde’s attention towards them…
…and here come the Plan B Walkers.
As the walker gets shoved through the narrow opening between the trucks, we see how its skin and soft tissues tear away easily from the bones. Greg Nicotero, you beautiful madman!
Taken down by Daryl’s arrow. ❤
As one of the trucks pulls away, according to plan, the Plan B Walkers spill out of the opening.
“You were wrong.”
Wordlessly, Gabriel nods.
Abraham takes a drink…
…and then pours one…
…for the dead. RIP Reg. 😦 ❤
Meanwhile…
As he gets up and rushes off, Jessie calls after her eldest son, “Ron!” (Watching this, I turned to my WD buddy. “Ron??” I asked her. Not Rowan, like I had always thought?“Ron,” she agreed, nodding. I turned back to the tv, thinking, ‘Damn, I really do need to get my hearing checked!’)
This poor family has been through such hell.
Glenn and Nicholas come stumbling in…this was right after Nicholas shot Glenn, they fought, Glenn almost killed-then-forgave Nicholas scene in the woods.
“You guys look like shit,” Tara jokes, weakly.
Glenn sees Tara, beams at her.
Maggie comes rushing in, sees Tara awake, then Glenn. As she tends to him, Glenn puts his injuries off on “walkers,” calling Maggie’s attention back to as she turns and glares at Nicholas.
Eugene comes in, then, and his face breaks into the sweetest little smile when he sees Tara awake, sitting up, “Holy shit!” he exclaims, running over to her.
Tara blinks up at Eugene. “Thank God, nothing happened to your hair,” she deadpans.
As Eugene keeps looking down, smiling at her, Tara says, “Ok, Eugene…”
She turns to the others. “Eugene’s freaking me out. Somebody needs to send Noah in here to save me.”
(Oooo, Nicholas, you are in so much trouble…)
This is the worst night in Ron’s young life, and that’s saying something, considering the poor guy is growing up in the zombie apocaplypse.
“You were right,” Morgan says to Rick. “It wasn’t over.”
“We should talk tomorrow,” Rick says, in a polite, veiled manner. He then walks over to Morgan, leans in towards the seated man.
“Listen…I don’t take chances, anymore,” Rick tells him.
Daryl pauses eating, watching the exchange, Morgan looks down, registering Rick’s meaning. He looks back up at Rick. “And you shouldn’t,” he agrees, easily.
We see the Newbies running, pacing themselves but looking scared as shit while Rick-In-Charge’s voice instructs over the radio, “You all have your assignments…you know where to rendevous.” (I’d be all like, “Yessir, General Smash! I know where to rendevous, Sir!” Good thing the Newbies were regulars at Aaron’s cardio kickboxing class, back in the day in ol’ Alexandria.)
Two other Newbies fire flares up into the air to keep the walkers coming towards their lead as Rick-In-Charge reviews the plan, “Daryl leads them out…Sasha and Abraham join him at the bottom of the hill.”
“Glenn,” Rick’s voice continues over the radio…
“You hit us when you take care of the walkers at the tractor place. That’s the one thing we gotta get ahead of…”
“Everybody, keep your heads. Just keep up.“
(Yessir, General Smash!Keeping up, Sir!) Rick stops, looks back to check on…
…Daryl, who coasts slowly on his motorcycle, coming up over the hill. We do not see the massive horde of walkers just a few feet behind him, yet, but we hear their savage cacophony grow louder and louder as Daryl rolls closer. Always putting himself at the greatest risk for the good of all.How we love thee, Daryl Dixon! ❤
Daryl does not look up as he asks Rick, “So, was he ok with it?”
“It was pretty much his idea,…he gets it.”
“It’s got a bed and a bath, but it’s still a cage, you know?” Daryl replies, quietly.
Rick looks down at Daryl. “He gets it,” he says, again. Rick then tells Daryl that Morgan told him what happened at the cannery, how Morgan found and rescued Daryl and Aaron.
“Did he tell you about those guys he met?” Daryl motions to his forehead. “W’s?”
Rick nods. “Like that walker we saw…yeah.“
“We need more watch points,” Rick continues, “and I’m gonna tell Deanna…”
“…we don’t need to go looking for people any more.”
Daryl takes this in, silently, before giving a nod, turning away. Rick can see this doesn’t sit easy with Daryl.
“You feel different about it?” Rick asks him.
Daryl turns back, looks at Rick, nods. “Yeah…I do,” he says. ❤
“People out there, they need to take care of themselves, just like we do,” Rick asserts.
Daryl says nothing, but his look seems to say: But we were people out there, not that long ago, and we’d still be out there if Aaron and Eric hadn’t found us. Rick tells Daryl that he will let Morgan out soon, that they shouldn’t keep him “in there” any longer than they have to, and turns, walks away, leaving Daryl to process all this.
As the car speeds down the road, Abraham looks out the window, asks Sasha, casually, “You good?”
Keeping her eyes on the road, Sasha nods. “Yeah,” and she does sound like she might actually mean it.
“I’m trying,” Sasha amends. Abraham suggests something about “Because if you were gonna go buckwild,”implying that maybe Sasha was still hellbent on her deathwish.
Sasha, annoyed, retorts, “If you were so worried, why did you get in the car with me?”
“Listen,” Sasha says, “Doing something as big as this, that’s living.”
Sasha sees the marker. “There it is,” she says, pulling up and stopping at the red helium balloons tied at a tree. “We’re at red,” she radios in, “Bottom of the hill.”“Alright,” Rick radios back, “Here comes the parade.”
“Where’d you learn that?” “Friend,”Morgan replies.
“Before, or after?” asks Rick. Morgan looks up and regards the man in front of him.
And says nothing.
This makes Rick snarky. “I ask, you answer, it’s common courtesy…right” Rick smiles tightly, and Morgan gives a little laugh, looks down, remembering. (Now, darlings, I know that Snarky Rick is not the hottest incarnation of our man, Rick Grimes, but remember, it’s been a rough couple of days, and thankfully, this snarky period does not last too much longer…we seem to be moving through it pretty well by the end of Episode 601, when many, many more pressing matters present themselves in front of Alexandria’s hallowed steel walls…but,more on that, later!)
“After…it was after, everything.”(Ok, I cannot wait to see that backstory episode, but if I have to watch little Dwayne get chomped by his undead mom, Jenny Walker, I may lose it…just saying.)
This softens Rick a bit, and his hotness meter immediately starts to climb as he apologizes, “Look, I’m sorry for this, for having to do this,” and he gestures around the detention mansion that Morgan has been detained in. “That’s alright,” Morgan says, quickly, then adds:
“The way I look at it, sometimes you’re safer when there’s no way out.” (Great line, and I find myself hoping this is true, because I think there’s a bit of foreshadowing happening with this statement…like, Alexandria’s going to be surrounded by thousands of walkers, and there will be no way out…)
“Gotta get to know each other again,” Morgan says, easily.
“For the first time, again.” (I really do love how Scott M. Gimple inserts the episodes’ titles into the dialogue, somewhere…a consistent favorite moment for me, in each episode!) ❤
Meanwhile, manning the gate, Eugene hears the sound of a vehicle pulling up, then a voice on the other side of the fence, “Hey, it’s us, you gonna let us in, or what?”
In response, Heath is greeted by a mulltastic stranger who replies, “I technically am not authorized, so I will not be doing so.”
“Who the hell are you?” “You first,”replies Eugene.
“I’m Heath. I live here. My team’s been on a run these past couple weeks.”
“I’m Eugene…I brought myself and my group directly within that window…
”
Heath cuts in, “Open the gate.”
“If I do, how do I know you will not attempt to kill me?”
Heath gives a little laugh at this. “Look, I’m not going to kill you…”
“…but the longer you make me wait, the more you’ll motivate me to want to beat your ass.”
Eugene looks at Heath a moment, then at Carter, and another woman, the driver, waiting behind Heath in the car…and after another brief moment, the gates roll open to allow Heath and his team inside. Eugene meets others, Scott and Holly, and as Heath closes the gates, he asks Eugene, “Anything big happen while we were gone?” Eugene thinks a moment. “We had a meetin’ last night…”
“Oh, yeah?” Heath asks. “About what?” Eugene pauses. “You might want to talk to Deanna, get it from the horse, her mouth, you know.” he replies. As Heath turns to go, presumably to find Deanna and find out what the hell’s going on, Eugene calls after him, “It’s nice to meet somebody like me…I fully respect the hair game.” This leaves Heath more confused than ever…was he just complimented, or insulted? Fully rattled, Heath turns and walks off…not realizing yet, of course, that he hasn’t heard the half of it.
In the next scene, we see Rick and Morgan, walking up to a section of the wall. Morgan asks who put it up, and Rick tells him that there was a man, Reg, an architect, who put up the wall early on. He explains to Morgan that the Alexandrians had food, energy, not many walkers…they had been just living, for much of this time, and haven’t really had to survive. Rick tells Morgan they figured this out, and found Rick and his gang, brought them in as ones who could show them, teach them.
Rick tells Morgan, “It still may be too late.”
“Too late, how?” Morgan asks. “For them to come around…we’ll see,” Rick replies. He begins to tell Morgan that he’ll have to talk to Deanna, the woman in charge…she was married to Reg. “Was?” asks Morgan. Rick is about to explain when he sees Gabriel’s head through the bushes, and walks ahead quickly to investigate.
Snarky Rick comes up on Gabriel and Tobin, digging the graves for Reg’s and Pete’s bodies…and of course, Snarky Rick ain’t having it. No murderers get to rest underground within the precious real estate within Alexandria’s walls.
Tobin diplomatically tells Rick that he understands how Rick feels, but says, “It’s not your decision.” Rick looks down at this with a little laugh…
…when Deanna Monroe walks up, just at that moment, and sides with Rick. “Tobin,” she says, “Rick’s right.” She looks down at Pete’s body. “Take it away.”
Poor young Ron looks on from behind the bushes as Deanna instructs, “Go west, down Branton Road a few miles.” (I do feel bad for Ron, but if he’s the one honking that damn horn in the end, I am going to want to get in the long, long line of peeps waiting to kick his angst-ridden little ass…just sayin’!)
As Ron looks on, Deanna continues, telling the men to take Pete’s body “past the bridge…we don’t go that way. Let the trees have him.” (Brrrr...that’s cold, Deanna Monroe!)
Later, as they load Pete’s body into the car trunk, Rick looks over at Morgan. “I shot him, because he killed Reg. That was it. We didn’t have a choice,” Rick explains. Morgan looks down at the body in the bag. “You do have a cell,” he says, mildly. “Not for killers,” replies Rick.
Morgan looks over at Rick. “I’m a killer, Rick. I am, and you are, too.” Rick gives Morgan a long look before shutting the car trunk.
In the next scene, we see Rick, Michonne, and Morgan running ahead of the dreaded walker parade. Rick radios Glenn, checks in. Glenn tells Rick that they’re almost at the tractor store, and will have a handle on things before “they” get there.. As Rick, Michonne, and Morgan regard the barricade they set up, before, RV and car parked in front of metal gates, Rick says, “It’ll hold.” Michonne replies that’s good, considering where they’re standing. It seems the barricade will soon be the only thing standing between them and the massive walker horde.
As they stand there, Michonne looks over at Morgan, as if waiting for him to say something, and he does. “Michonne?” he asks. “Yeah?” Morgan waits a moment before asking, “Back when you were in that place…where I lived…did you take one of my protein bars?”
Michonne looks over at Morgan, her face softening with inner mirth, and she answers quietly, with a smile in her voice, “No.”
Morgan processes this a moment. He doesn’t seem convinced. “See, I could have sworn that there was one more peanut butter left.”
Michonne shakes her head, says, comically, “That’s how it is, isn’t it…you always think there’s one more peanut butter left.” This sweet, comical moment stands a second more before the roar of walkers approaching begins to swell over the barricade.
In the next shot, time shifts back, again, and we see Ron, coming out from under a bridge, alone.
He looks up, and a moment later, the trusty old “Astoundingly Ugly Car” drives over the bridge.
Ron springs up, over the rocky hillside, after it.
As they step their way through the woods, Morgan leading the way, trusty staff in hand, RIck prompts, “Morgan…maybe we just leave him here.” If it were up to Rick Smash!, they would have heaved the body just off the road and taken off. Later, McBeaty. However, the Bear McCreary music in the background is all soft and dreamy, so we know that somebody is going to have a human moment in life and love coming to them, and Snarky Rick is def due for one of those…
And, here it comes…
Morgan smiles at Rick, taps the shovel in his right hand a few times into the ground, says, “That’s not who you are…I know.” Morgan turns and continues down the path. Rick follows quickly, catches up with Morgan. “Hey,” Rick says, and Morgan turns around to face him.
“You don’t,“ Rick says quietly.
Morgan looks at Rick a moment, says nothing, shrugs off his bag, and begins spearing the shovel into the ground. In the background, there is a quiet roar, the telltale noise of…
“You hear that?” Rick asks, listening.
The men approach the edge before a steep drop into a deep quarry, where thousands of walkers are, below, snarling and milling about, trapped in all sides by steep embankments, piles of rock, and serendipitously placed tractor trailers. It is a fearsome sight, with staggering implications.
The men are startled out of their shock by a noise from behind…
…of young Ron, running for his life from a band of…
…boythirsty Cougar Walkers!
The impetuous young dummy is speeding right for the cliff’s edge…
…before being tackled in pimp linebacker-style by his newdad, Rick Fucking Grimes.
And so the Cougar Walkers charge, one by one, over the cliff’s edge, as so often happens in the troll for tender young boyflesh…better luck next time, Cougar Walkers!
Watching this scene, I found myself wondering what Daryl would be thinking about, riding for all that time with thousands of walkers snarling on his tail, just a few yards behind him. I imagined that he would be thinking of Beth, either reliving those sweet, stolen moments with her, or perhaps creating a fantasy world inside his mind of the two of them, together, in his quiet moments, to help him escape the hellish world all around him.
Sasha and Abraham meet up with Daryl in the Astoundingly Ugly Car.
And, here comes the parade that nobody loves, the Parade of Walkers.
As Rick and Morgan look down at the steep quarry filled with walkers…
…Ron comes up quietly to stand beside them, looking down. Rick looks over at the boy. “What are you doing out here, Ron?” he asks gruffly.
Not looking at Rick, the teen answers, “I wanted to know where my dad was buried.”
“This is how…” Rick realizes aloud. “How what?” Morgan asks.
“This is how the community is still here,” Rick replies. “They’ve had walkers at their walls…”
“…but a lot of them, most of them, ended up here.”
Ron flexes his teen rebellion once again and turns to leave, only to be stopped by Rick. “You shouldn’t be out here,” Rick says, grabbing the boy by the arm.
“I don’t care what you think,”Ron says (of course). “It’s not what I think, it’s what I know,” Rick tells him.
Rick tells the young man that he has no idea how to protect himself out here, and while Rick can show him how, right now, as he is, if he comes out here, “You’re gonna die.” Rick lays it out for Ron…the death won’t be quick, and it won’t be over, because he’ll be “one of them.” So, basically, NewDad Rick gets the last word on young Ron, tells him he’s going to come back with him and Morgan, now. Rick looks at Ron significantly. “Don’t make it hard,” he tells the young man, before walking back over to Morgan.
My WD buddies and I were so happy, watching this scene, to see Rick step up and do the right thing. ❤
Glenn, Nicholas, and Heath have reached the tractor store, without a moment to spare. If they are too late, the noise of the tractor store walkers could distract the walker parade off the road. They must act fast.
Glenn comes up with a plan, for Nicholas to man the door, let out a couple of walkers from inside the store at a time, so Glenn and Heath can take them as they come out. Heath is unsure of this…what if Nicholas can’t shut the door, hold them off? Glenn tells him then, they take them on. “Take them on?” asks Heath, incredulously. Glenn tells him if too many come out at once, they lead them around the building, towards the woods.
Nicholas tells Heath, “You’ve been on runs this whole time…he knows what he’s doing.” (Nicholas was def scoring some redemption points with me at this point in the episode.) Nicholas looks at Heath, admits, “Me and Aiden…we didn’t.” Heath shakes his head at all of this. “This was supposed to be a dress rehearsal,” he gripes. Glenn shakes his head at Heath in disbelief. “I was supposed to be delivering pizzas, man,” he says. Ha! Zinger!
Glenn counts down, and Nicholas pulls the door open to reveal…metal security door! “Shit!” Glenn must improvise now, and quickly.
At the meeting, Heath clears up the mystery of the quarry walkers…he says early on, in some of the first scouting trips around the area, he and his “team” spotted the quarry…
It had once been a camp, and he surmised that the people down there must have tried to seal off the entrances into it with the trucks. It didn’t work, however, for all the reasons Rick and Morgan saw before, with the walkers sliding down the embankment, right into the lower levels.
Heath says that the last time he saw it, there were about 12 “roamers” down there. When Maggie asks him if anyone’s checked on it since, he replies that nothing on goods runs was in that direction, and that he didn’t exactly want to have a “picnic next to the camp that ate itself.”
Michonne, being brilliant as well as beautiful, and a badass, points out that the sound of the walkers draws more walkers, who fall in, making more sound, drawing more walkers…it’s like one, big, horrible equation of undead exponentiation!
As Rick begins to outline his plan, which, he admits, sounds “risky,” Carter stands there, looking like the poster child for the word “lugubrious.”
Rick points out that one of the trucks holding the walkers back could fall over the edge any day now, like after one more hard rain, and that would send the walkers east, right towards Alexandria.
“Marshall and Redding…we’ll force them west, here.” “How?” “Block it off, so they can only go one way, west, away from the community.”
“Block it off with what?” “Cars…we’ll use the RV, some of the bigger trucks, park ’em in the end.”(It’s actually a great plan. It should have worked, Rick Grimes…it almost did!)
Michonne reminds them that they’ll be drawing the walkers away, that the horde will keep moving.
Carter, however, is not convinced that the barricade will hold against the walkers, and questions the plan. What if the barricade doesn’t hold, and the walkers start slipping through the cracks, and that noise catches the other walkers’ attention…what then?
Heath looks over to Rick, tells him that “The man’s got a point.” Michonne shoots Carter a look like, “You really are a whiner, and kind of a pussy, you know that?”
A voice, bearing the familiar Texas drawl we love so well, speaks up from behind. “We got plates,” says Eugene, standing tall and bearing the mullet we love so well. “Big-ass metal ones from the construction site. We could use them to fortify the whipwall, disperse the force of impact and help direct the walkers clean…like a pool table, 8-ball, corner pocket.” (Yes, Eugene! I loved seeing him step up in this moment, as it really felt like Eugene was starting to find his role in this community: Professor Mullet.)
Carter objects, of course, but that’s just because he’s mad that Eugene is showing himself to be more of a man than Carter is, and everyone knows it.
Rick Grimes shuts down Carter’s whining by telling him that he, Carter, a.k.a. ConstructionDick, better help make sure that barrier holds against the walkers.
Morgan chimes in, “That wall, you built it. So, you’ve already done the impossible,” with incredible deadpan delivery, referring, of course, to Alexandria’s hallowed steel wall barrier (featuring Reg’s patented “outside-the-wall” supports which thoughtfully provide easy climbing access for any live enemy forces to invade, and defile, the VanillaDream…hey, now that I think of it, Carter, was that your idea? If so, thanks for nothing, asshole.)#letsblamecarter
The scene shifts, and we see it’s the moment of truth…Daryl is leading the horde to the corner pocket…will the barrier they built hold?
As the mass approaches, Rick, Morgan, and MIchonne begin firing well-timed, well-placed flares to distract the walkers’ attention from charging full-forward into the wall, and lead them around the bend.
The flares begin to capture some walkers’ attention…
Michonne fires a flare, then edges closer, bracing herself, peering through the corner…
More and more walkers notice, are drawn towards the flares…
Putty Face Walker is like, “Oooo, pretty!”
The indignity just doesn’t ever end for the Trampled Underfoot Walkers…they fall into a quarry, get stuck there for like a year, and when they finally get out, now this! They’re like, “Goddamn it!”
So far, the plan seems to be working…
Go West, Walkers!
Time shifts back again, and we see the beginning of the construction of the barrier.
Jessie looks up from her digging to see…
…Rick looking at her. He seems to be thinking, “Do they make a Hallmark card for ‘Sorry I Killed Your Husband (But He Was A Dick)’?”
Rick nods at Jessie, goes back to his task, when Daryl comes up, pushing a wheelbarrow. “What you said before, about us needing to take care of ourselves?” he begins, as he dumps the contents of the wheelbarrow…
“Going out, and finding more people, that is taking care of ourselves.”
Daryl finished dumping his load, and Rick looks up at him. “Your call, though,” Daryl says, turning and heading for another load.
Carol brings Rick a drink, and they confer quietly. Rick tells Carol she should stay back, get a feel for how the citizens are taking all this, how they feel now. “We still have a long way to go with them,” says Rick.
Carol looks over the assembled workers, all busy, sweating. “We’ll get there,” she says. “She’s in charge, but you’re in charge, now.” Carol walks away, leaving Rick to ponder this.
Time shifts again, and the tractor store walkers are banging against the glass in a fury to get out and chomp Glenn, Heath, and Nicholas, who stand outside in the parking lot.
“This is a bad idea,” moans Heath. “This is the only idea,” retorts Glenn. Nicholas peers in the window, estimates there to be about 12 walkers inside.
Glenn outlines the plan…they stand back, he and Heath standing at opposite ends, splitting up the walkers when they come out, taking them on.
Nicholas offers to help, cutting the walkers to four each, but Glenn is having none of it. He hands Nicholas the radio, instructs him to radio Rick if this goes south, and lead the tractor store walkers away.
Nicholas starts to protest, only to be shut down by Glenn, who orders him to stay back.
Time shifts back, to the barrier construction, as Glenn and NIcholas work, side by side.
Tara watches them, vibing Nicholas as says to Maggie, “He got Noah killed.”
“He did,” agrees Maggie, calmly, like her father would.
“He did more than that,” Maggie continues, telling a shellshocked Tara that Nicholas lured Glenn into the woods and tried to kill him. Maggie tells Tara that Glenn asked her not to tell anyone, as this would get Nicholas exiled, and surely killed, out in the feral open. Tara is angry, and pretty hellbent on blowing the horn on Nicholas.
“Glenn saves people, even people like that,” Maggie replies.
Watching Tara struggle with this information, Maggie tells her, “I couldn’t accept it either…but then, I thought about you.” Tara turns to look at Maggie. Maggie continues, “I thought about how we were on different sides of that fence, on the worst day of my life…and now, you’re one of the most important people in the world to me.”
Maggie tells Tara that things can get better, that they can make them better…she tells Tara it’s her decision, whatever she wants to do, now that Tara knows the truth.
“I’m just gonna follow your lead,” Tara tells Maggie.
The girls hug, and Tara seems to be thinking, “But I am gonna trip his ass when nobody’s looking.”
“…but since you’re doing this thing, anyway…” Glenn points his gun, readies himself.
Back in time, back at the construction site, Carol offers Morgan a cup of water, which he accepts with a thanks.
As she turns away, Morgan looks at her. “It’s Carol, right?”
Carol beams a sunny Junior League smile at Morgan. “Yeah,” she replies. Just lil ol’ me, the water girl. Carol tries, once again, to turn away, and Morgan asks, “You been with Rick long?”
Carol turns back to Morgan, her forced smile even bigger. “Since Atlanta,” she says, brightly.
Morgan regards Carol. “Were you a cop, too?”
Carol, nonplussed, plays dumb, asks, “Why would you say that?”
“You’re always watching…”
“You always, ah, seem ready.”
JL Carol wrinkles her nose. “For what?” she asks.
Morgan looks Carol over with a deferential nod, looks away, “To handle things.”
Carol, unsettled, tries to mask this, fixes Morgan with one more coquettish smile. “Aren’t you sweet,” she says, before walking off. Ha! #Corgan
Back to the present, in the Astoundingly Ugly Car, some of the the Rearview Walkers seem to be wandering off the beaten path, and into the woods.
“We got some looky-loos taking a constitutional off the shoulder,” Abraham reports.
Abraham cranes his neck around for a better look. “They’re starting a walkout.” “Should we get Daryl to circle back?” Sasha asks.
“Naw,” Abraham says, opening the door and jumping out. He tells Sasha to keep moving, he’ll catch up…and proceeds to run in front of the wayward walkers, yelling and grabbing a shiny piece of plastic hanging from a tree branch (probably the thing thatdistracted them in the first place), waving it around, recapturing their undead attention.
“Idiot,” Sasha mutters, in the car, watching.
Abraham jumps back in the car, checks his appearance in the rearview mirror, chuckles. “Look at me,” he remarks.
He then says, conversationally, that Sasha “Didn’t see Reg…that was a mess…and Pete…his face blowing up like Pompeii.” It seems even a seasoned soldier like Abraham is having a hard time shaking the horrible images from that fateful night.
“Right when we were cheek to cheek,” Abraham continues, then laughs it off, jokes, “I still feel like I got some of his brains in my ear.”(That’s right, Abraham was the one who wrestled Pete down after he slit Reg’s throat…he was right there when Rick blew Pete’s brains out. Totally gnarly.)
Abraham checks the rearview, notes with a satisfied smile that the walkers are back on track. “Everything is aces again,” he announces. Sasha is looking majorly disturbed by this lowgrade wack-attack. “What the hell are you doing?” she asks him. “I’m just grabbin’ the bull by the nut sac…I’m living, darling, just like you.” he replies, in inimitable Abraham-style, before laughing at some private joke.
Back in time, at the construction site, Rick tells Deanna, “I’m sorry I haven’t had the chance to say it yet, but I’m sorry about Reg. He was smart, and kind.” Deanna nods silently.
“He was a good man,” Rick says.
Rick gestures to the crew, setting the walls and barriers, commends Deanna on going with the plan to lead the walkers away from the quarry, and route them away from Alexandria. “We need this,” Rick tells her. Deanna is astute, and she asks Rick what else he needs to say to her. Rick looks at her.
“People need to be armed inside the walls,” Rick tells her. “They need to be trained…everyone.“
And, case in point, the Perfect Timing Walkers make their appearance through the woods, coming towards Carter and others.
Rick tells them to use their shovels, that guns will draw too much attention from other nearby walkers. “You can do this,” he coaches. “You need to.”
Carter, I think, puts down his shovel (dude, seriously…you’re killing me, here…didn’t you go onruns, before?Like, WTF?) as another Alexandrian shoves a walker away.
The newbies are basically useless, cringing, stumbling backwards, and crapping their pants. Amateurs!
It quickly becomes apparent that these Alexandrians don’t know shit about killing walkers.
Rick calls Morgan and Daryl in, and soon, the seasoned gang is making quick work of the walkers.
Ow, My Head Hurts Walker takes an arrow to the mulligan. Soon, all the walkers are rekilled, no thanks to any Alexandrian.
Morgan looks at Rick, rebukes sharply, “You said you don’t take chances anymore.” Rick looks at him, at Carter, nods. It was risky, and Rick probably doesn’t feel great about his call, but it does make a clear point to Carter, Deanna, and all the other Alexandrians: Time to get battle-ready, chumps.
Well, apparently, Carter had a different take on the earlier day’s events, because as Eugene stocks up in the commissary, he overhears the hushed whispers and scheming of Carter and others…
…shit-talking Rick and basically planning on overthrowing the Ricktatorship, killing Rick. Ungrateful assholes.
“Plain and simple,” Carter is saying, “we kill him, before he kills us.”
Poor Eugene is so shocked, he drops one of the cans in his armload, and it crashes to the floor, loudly.
Et tu, Tobin?Olivia?Spencer?Francine?? Tsk, tsk, tsk…
Eugene is so scared now, he falls back, sending an entire shelving unit crashing down. Carter comes around and gapes at the poor mulleted man on the floor.
In true Josh McDermitt comedic timing and delivery, Eugene looks up at Carter, says, “Hello…”
Carter says slowly, “He heard.”
And as the others protest, try to dissuade him, Carter raises his pistol and points it at Eugene.
Just then, the door opens, and there stands Rick Grimes, flanked by Daryl and Morgan.
Ooooo, Carter, you are so busted, son.
“What the hell’s going on?”Rick Grimes asks softly, dangerously, and Carter’s bowels look like they are about to unleash into his, well, his Carters…
“What are you doing?” Rick Smash! growls, and Carter manages to reply, “I’m taking this place back from you.”
Rick Smash! looks over at Tobin and the others. “That’s what you were talking about in here?” Spencer is quick to reply, “That’s what he was talking about.”
Rick Smash!nods, taking this in. “Shit, I would have set up some lookouts…”
“…that would have been the smart thing, if I had -…” and then Rick Smash! lunges at Carter, disarming him in one swift, pimp deputy manuever. Whew, the hotness…!
“You really think you’re going to take this community from us?” Rick Smash!grinds out, holding the gun at Carter’s head.
Carter says, in a shaking voice, “It was just me…just me. Just kill me.”
Daryl looks up at Rick. “Rick,” he says softly, holding out his hand for the gun.
Rick looks up at Daryl. “I’m good,”he says, and his voice, manner, are very calm, clear.
Rick looks down at Carter, who seems like he can’t believe he’s still alive. “You can try to work with us,” Rick tells the shaken man. “You can try to survive.Will you do that?”
The scene shifts back to the present, with the grisly walker parade shuffling down the road, led by Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham.
As they hide behind the trees, surveying the walkers, Carter says, “It’s working.” He turns to Rick. “You were right.”
Carter holds out a hand, and Rick takes it. The men shake, making peace.
Rick then turns to the others, tells them that “we need to finish this.” Basically, they need to flank the horde on both sides of the road, monitoring the “parade’s” progress, firing shots if it seems like the horde is wandering off the path, and directing their flow back along the road.
Carter says he’ll take the front, and Rick goes after him, after making sure everyone knows their places, one after the other. The team splits up.
Unfortunately for Carter, who leads the way to the front, alone, some bad luck is hiding behind a tree…
Oh, shit, Carter!
I was def obsessed with this tree walker, couldn’t stop taking pictures of him…so scary!
Nicotero, you crazy beautiful genius, you’ve outdone yourself once again with this episode!
Poor Carter gets face-chomped so hardcore, it’s like you can feel it when you watch this scene. Ouch!
Damn!
So gnarly! (On a funnier note, Greg Nicotero said later on Talking Dead that the effects crew guy in charge of pumping the blood from actor Ethan Embry’s fake facial wound had to stomp on the pedal pump to try to dislodge a clog in the line, sending a spray of fake blood gushing out full-on horizontal, like a fake blood super-soaker…this sight-gag take was sent around, to much hilarity, among the TWD cast and crew.)
Ethan Embry did such a great job as Carter, who started out as major tool, and a whiner, but who finally started coming around, and then got face-chomped just as he was becoming tolerable. That really sucks, dude. Sorry about that. I would like to award Ethan Embry, the TWD fan who finally landed a role on the show, with a very special Deadie: The Red Shirt Guy Deadie, for a standout single-episode performance, and for being so fun, and funny, and for being such a good sport. Kudos, bud. You’re awesome!
Carter, of course, cannot stop screaming, and honestly, I cannot blame the poor guy. I mean, Jesus.
The horde of walkers begins to follow the sound of the screams…
Rick can see the walkers are veering off from the road, but doesn’t yet know why…he radios Tobin, then rushes to see what is happening…
This scene shifts to the past, where Morgan sits outside on Rick’s porch, polishing his staff.
Rick comes out, carrying Judith, and he and Morgan remark about the lovely evening.
Morgan apologizes for invading Rick’s porch, but says he wanted to enjoy the evening, and his place doesn’t have a porch, so…
Rick reaches in his pocket, tosses Morgan a key, tells Morgan he should go get his stuff. “You should stay with us,” Rick offers.
Michonne comes forward, overhears this conversation. Morgan asks Rick if they have room, and Rick tells him they’ll make room. He gestures to Morgan’s quarters across the street, “We don’t need to do that anymore,” i.e. keeping Morgan separated, confined.
“I know you, Morgan,” Rick says, “even if this is the first time.”
Morgan looks at Rick, pleased. He then looks at Judith, which Rick notices. “Do you want to hold her?” Rick asks him.
Morgan laughs, looks down, shyly, then accepts the offer.
It’s so sweet to watch.
I sent my WD buddy this pic from my phone, texted her, This is the stuff. ❤ ❤
Morgan turns to Rick and tells him that when he saw Rick with that man, Carter, in the armory, “That’s you. You’re still the same man I met in King County, the one who told me it wasn’t over.”
Morgan looks at Rick, nods. “That was you, same you that’s right in front of me, right now.”
Rick looks at Morgan a moment…
…then looks away.
“I wanted to kill him,” Rick confesses, “so it would be easier, so I wouldn’t have to worry about how he would screw up, what stupid thing he would do next, because that’s who he is…”
“Somebody who shouldn’t be alive, now…I wanted to kill him….it hit me, I realized I didn’t have to do it… “
“He doesn’t get it.”
“Somebody like that…they’re gonna die, no matter what.”
Rick reaches poor Carter, and manages to pry him off the tree walker.
It’s horrifying to see a big piece of Carter’s flesh in the walker’s mouth as Rick throws the suffering man off the undead ghoul.
With thousands of walkers just feet away, and Carter screaming in his shock, pain, and anguish…
…Rick quickly dispatches the tree walker with his knife.;
By this time, I was really feeling pretty awful for poor Carter.
Rick tries to shush the screaming man…
…looking up towards where the walkers will surely be coming, soon.
Carter’s eyes are wild, and he keeps screaming in his panic and agony…
To his credit, Rick Grimes tries to calm him, but to no avail, of course.
Honestly, by the time Rick put the knife into the base of Carter’s skull, I was relieved. He made it quick, humane.
Rick Grimes, once again, doing what must be done, tireless against these grim, horrible, unrelenting times. I love that man so hard, sometimes I tear up with emotion when I think about him. I really do. Rick Fucking Grimes, for fucking ever and ever, Amen. ❤
Once again, Rick looks up from killing a man, to see Morgan there, looking all judgy and horrified. It’s like, What? He was fucking bitten, and he was fucking screaming, and there are like a million fucking walkers out there. Sue me.
Tobin, as instructed by Rick, peppers the silence with faraway gunfire, drawing the wave of walkers away once again, redirecting them onto the road course.
Michonne comes up, sees Carter’s dead, bloodied body on the ground…like seriously, just five minutes ago, they were all standing around, daring to think, “Hey, this might actually work!” And five minutes later, this guy is dead. Shit’s crazy.
Rick radios Tobin, tells him he got them, the walkers are heading back out to the road. Tobin copies, then asks what that screaming was. Rick, crouched over Carter’s dead form, matter-of-factly tells Tobin that Carter got bit, right in the face, and he, Rick, stopped him.
Rick comes to Morgan, and it’s basically back to business, because it has to be. They need to make sure those walkers make it to the point where Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham continue on with the herd, draw them out 20 miles. Rick tells Morgan to go and tell the others, that they need to know about Carter. Morgan tries to tell Rick something, but Rick shuts it down. He doesn’t want to talk about feelings right now.
Rick asks Morgan if he can do as he asks, and Morgan quietly agrees. Rick leaves, onto the next. There’s a walker ambling through the woods, and he needs to go kill it before moving on to the next order of business.
Michonne steps forward. They look down at the dead young man who lay at their feet. “I know it’s how it is,” Morgan says. “I do.”
And this, dear readers, is where the media storage buckled under the sheer weight of my tweakerness, and we are currently on media blackout. Before I turn you over to the music, Deadies to Scott M. Gimple, for leading us deeper and deeper into the beautiful, crazy world where television and comic series meet; Greg Nicotero, who thinks and directs 3-dimensionally; and the entire TWD cast and crew, for another outstanding job.
The trucks fell into the quarry in my world, loves, the walkers are out, and we’re doing this live. Let’s see what happens, and it’s all good. Check out the playlists, posted here, and follow barnfullawalkers’ social media sites. We’ll keep this party going, people.
Cheers, to you, dearest ones. One love, peace, respect. ❤
And, enjoy the playlist! Many more to come.
Playlist:
Jane’s Addiction, “Mountain Song”
Death Cab For Cutie, “The Ghosts Of Beverly Drive”
Tonight. 9 p.m. Eastern. Season 6 is finally here.
What can I say, at this point, that hasn’t already been said?
I, like you all, am feeling the love, the anxiety, the excitement. I am so nervous about what dangers are coming, and I am so worried for our gang. I love them all so much, and I don’t want to lose a single one of them…but I know that’s not really how this all works.
I know it’s not real, people, but I still obsess. It’s how I do. And if you have found this blog, and actually read my tweaker posts, then I guess that’s how you do, too!
Welcome aboard the Crazy Train.
I have come to refer to this time, when the TWD television series is about to resume, and kick all our asses, as “blog season.” Ever since the fall of 2013, when TWD’sSeason 4 began, I have been writing about each new episode of The Walking Dead television series, and aside from some questionable font choices, and typos (which I still find), I can pretty much say that I stand by my crazy product.
I have read, and reread, each post I have written so many times by now that I cannot even face them…this phase will pass, and I will return to them, one day, and reread, and do some much-needed editing.
One day, when I have time…
Time.Time is something that I am constantly negotiating, on many levels, in my life. As a mom, a wife, and a grown-up who works two jobs for my paycheck (unfortunately, this writing gig is not one of those jobs that pay…yet.). But, I am hopeful. Momentum is building. I am pleased.
This blog is something I started doing`for myself, something soley for myself, that had nothing to do with anybody else. This was my joint. While I had dabbled in writing, before, and had some aptitude for it, I had never fully committed myself to writing any kind of cohesive project, writing for long hours at a time, until the self-consciousness and inner constraints fell away from sheer exhaustion, and a strong voice I didn’t even know I had began pouring out, and glimmers of inspired magic began to appear on the screen.
The concept of this blog started forming itself in my head, and in my heart, years ago, when I, an exhausted, nursing mom, would read over the hilarious text exchanges between myself and my WD buddy as we watched The Walking Dead tv series together, in our separate homes, after our kids went to bed. I really have no idea where exactly this idea came from, but once it took root, it was like a, “Build it, and they will come” kind of thing.
So, I lined up a trade with a technical wizard friend, and he helped me set up a WordPress account, helped me load in my artwork for the banner, and showed me how to insert playlist widget embeds into my posts. And so, when TWDSeason 4 began, I began writing.
My writing style asserted itself from the beginning as a kind of “live blogging” style, letting my personal responses to what I was watching lead the narrative. I wanted what I wrote to have the same organic, conversational feel as my text exchanges with my friend.
When I first started writing my posts, I was not on any kind of social media at all. Not even Facebook. Truly. In the beginning days of www.barnfullawalkers.com, I would send a mass text to my circle of friends every time I completed a post.
Now, two years later, I am a big social media ho(or as much of one as I could, or should,be,being a mom and someone who is old enough to know better). I try to keep my usage of social media as a fun, creative way to promote my blog and explore whatever element of pop culture I am obsessed with in the moment. While I do, at times, get political on my social media accounts, being a “citizen of the world” and all, I usually try to keep it light, tight, and deliciously superficial.
Speaking of keeping it tight, I have been thinking about the evolution of my writing style, and what I want for myself, the blog, and my readers as TWD Season 6 unfolds.
Look, I know that nobody asked me to basically write a 10,000+ word dissertation on every new episode of The Walking Dead. The highly-detailed synopsis-parody-deconstruction style I offer is self-imposed, tweakeresque, and inexplicable, really. I really have no idea what exactly I am trying to achieve with any of this.
After each episode’s breezy 400-word recaps have come and gone, there I am, long after everyone else has moved on, wading around the fake blood, guts, and gore in my mucking boots, pulling key items of interest out of the mire and holding them up for others to see, “Hey, guys, look what I found!”
I’m like a TWD episode archeologist or some shit, and the funny thing is, I think it’s filling a need out there, because my readership is growing at unprecedented rate. I’m still small-time, for sure, but just to give you some specifics: Last year, over Thanksgiving weekend, barnfullawalkers hit a milestone of 3,000 total views. At the time of this writing, not even a year later, barnfullawalkers is fast approaching 10,000 views, from different countries, all over the world.
That’s a 200% increase in less than a year’s time, if I’m doing the math right.
At the very least, my detailed synopses and my crazy rantings seem to be adding something to the conversation surrounding the TWD phenomenon, and that makes me smile. I am pleased. I know many readers started tuning in with my Season 5 posts, with all the fun screenshots, crazy captions, and epic playlists.
I love what I achieved with my Season 5 postings…it was such an incredible season, and I am proud of have honored it in the way I did. But, it cost me. It left a mark.
To post in that high-media style, taking, loading, naming, and uploading all those pictures, takes a lot of time and energy. I committed myself to it, then, but for someone in my position, who is raising children, working, running a household, and trying to stay married, it is not sustainable to devote that much time to a recreational endeavor that does not bring in a paycheck.
When you are a parent, you begin to think of things in a “needs before wants”framework. You have to. The needs must be met before the wants can be considered. In my Season 5 posting style, I was able to achieve a lot of great things, stylistically, and I feel like the blog grew, and evolved, in a way I never thought possible. But, personally, it was a constant struggle to try to make it happen.
You can’t create time where there is none, and so, time-wise, I robbed Peter to pay Paul, as the saying goes. I pulled all-nighters, worked all day on weekends to make those posts happen. There were fights, there were tears. It was kind of crazy, and by the end of it, I was completely fried. I still don’t know if I’ve completely recovered, honestly. Probably never will, and that’s why man discovered how to make alcohol.
If I could get a paying job doing what I do with my blog, with my social media accounts, I would consider it the best job in the world. And I think I would totally kick ass at it. When I look at what I can achieve doing it on the side, I think, “Imagine what I could do if someone actually paid me to do this!”
I personally think I would be a great social media marketer…Robert Kirkman, drop me a line if you think you could use me. For instance, I feel like I could singlehandedly raise the hype on your new spinoff series, Fear The Walking Dead, which I was posting about before I was beset by technical difficulties. I got what your new show was trying to do, and I felt like the shots I got, the moments I highlighted really captured the feel, the nuances of that show. Plus, amazing L.A. based playlists!
Think about it, Robert Kirkman. I would work my ass off for you!
Anyhow, shameless self-promoting aside, while my Season 5 style contained lots of glitz and glamour, I did miss my grassroots Season 4 writing style, where I paddled out, until I caught a wave, and rode the swells and breaks of prose. Some of my personal favorite posts are from that time: “The Grove,” “Claimed,”“Still,” “Alone,” “Us,” are all from that period, TWD Season 4.
Is it weird of me to kind of think of them as “classics” in my crazy world of barnfullawalkers?
To me, the feel of the writing is more organic in the Season 4 posts, and when I read back on them, I can see how the direction of the writing took its shape and form. I really found myself missing the purity and innocence of that time, that style, and while the Season 5 posts shine in their own high-media glam style, I am gravitating towards combining my Season 4 and Season 5 writing styles for my upcoming postings on TWD Season 6.
I’m going to open it up, dear readers, and not hold myself chained to any one style, or set of self-imposed expectations. There may be fewer pictures, less blow-by-blow in some posts, while, in other posts, we may hearken back to the Instagram-style postings for TWD Season 5’s “Forget,” and my brief posting foray into Fear The Walking Dead, a show which I really loved, by the way. (Had an epic post in the works for FTWD finale episode, “The Good Man,” with amazing sweet 16 song L.A. playlist, in the works, but I ran out of time, so I had to abandon it…it’s saved, so one day, I will try to put it out there. If I find the time.🙂 )
So, don’t worry darlings. It all gets better and better. I wanted to keep you up on what is really happening, and while there will be a shift in how I do things this season, I imagine it will still be chock full of all the fun and crazy you have grown to know and love with www.barnfullawalkers.com !
I promise. In many ways, dear readers, I feel like things are just getting started. And I am pleased. 🙂 ❤
I predict TWD Season 6 will be about evolution…Rick and his gang must evolve, Morgan must evolve, as do Deanna and the Alexandrians (um, band name alert!), and we must all learn to evolve alongside them.
We may gain some, we may lose some, but one thing will always be true: We are family. #TWDfamily XO
Much love, dear readers, and raise a glass with me tonight, when the first strains of the iconic Bear McCreary opening title sequence begin to play, and let us toast to Rick and the gang.
To Rick Grimes, and to our sweet gang, and to you all, dear readers.Cheers! ❤
Enjoy the playlist, which features some sweet selections from my epic L.A. FTWD finale playlist.