Some episodes of "The Walking Dead" inspire discussion by killing off main characters and twisting the plot; others, like Sunday night's episode, "Infection," pique fan interest by raising questions about the nature of the disease that has turned the planet into hell on earth.
Young, nerdy, bespectacled Patrick (played by Phineas of "Phineas and Ferb", Vincent Martella) started feeling kind of rough last week, before gacking all over the community water supply and croaking in the communal shower. Patrick woke up this week and caused mischief, starting a mini zombie outbreak within the rickety fences of the prison.
So basically, there are zombies inside the prison, every "human" in the prison could become a zombie at any moment, and the existing zombies are piling up against a fence like a herd of soccer hooligans doing what they do.
It sounds like it's getting pretty close to end game. Either that or they slip out and find some different gimmicky locale to hole up in. But wherever they go, this mysterious "flu-like" virus that's stepping up the zombies' game is going to be a problem. Like you could be in a bomb shelter with 100 crates of Kraft Easy Mac and the entire works of Netflix saved to a super government technology hard drive on a hand-crank powered MacBook Pro, and if you're just sitting there watching the second episode of "Mr. Belvedere" and you start feeling all nauseous and turn into a zombie anyway, what's the point?
The big cliffhanger this week was that Tyreese discovered his sweetheart, Karen. and one fellow prison resident (appeared to be an adult male) were burned in gasoline. Immolation, self immolation, aggravated immolation? We're going to need Sherlock Holmes or Tony Scali to get to the bottom of this one.
We also need to talk about little Lizzie. If Hank Hill met her, he would be like "That girl ain't right..."
Little Lizzie couldn't shove a hunting knife into her dying father's ear drum, and developed an unhealthy interest in a zombie wearing a name tag with the name "Nick" on it.
Speaking of Lizzie, I'm thinking it's pretty clear that she's the one who has been feeding live rats to her friends through the fence?
Carol is nipping the zombie rights' movement in the bud, and tells Lizzie that she needs to Michonne it up.
Michonne stifles her feelings, especially showing affection for babies, it seems. Michonne can also do some sick elevated raised leg pelvic thrusts.
OK, so what's going on with this "aggressive flu strain"? Is it from the pigs, or the humans, or both? Hershel suggests that many diseases like this start from swine or birds (because birds can spread it by flying, and pigs can spread it by turning into bacon which people can't resist eating, obviously.) And this strain bubbles up in your tummy like a Pepsi 2-liter bottle mixed with Pineapple Mentos, and sprays all of your insides out of your face. Charming.
I guess it's not suprising that this new plague is spreading, I mean people haven't been exactly keeping up their personal hygeine out there.
And should the crew just blow the prison? I mean, at this point things are so rough I think I'd hit the highway and live life on the road for a few weeks before settling back down in an airport or a movie set or something.
What do you think, guys? Are we about due for another visit from the Governor?
And does the baby know something?
So is there a way of not getting the disease, or is everyone already infected?
Many questions, my friends, so very many questions...
Tyreese: "We might as well be the only people left in the world."
Rick: "Got other plans involving dirt and cucumbers, and keeping people fed." (...in bed.)