I’ve watched every episode so far of AMC’s miniseries The Walking Dead, and I came come to the conclusion that I have to agree with Kurt Schlichter over at Big Hollywood that the characters are fucking morons who deserve to be eaten.
Spoilers abound. If you have an issue with that, stop reading now.
I give a mulligan to a lot of the shit in season 1 for simple reason there’s a whole lot of “What the fuck is going on and what the hell do we do now?” plot interplay going on.
Until the last episode, where they are trying to escape the CDC via a fucking hand grenade a seasoned police officer just happened to forget he left in his other trousers or something.
After the climatic explosions, they leave Atlanta…. and all the M4′s, extra ammo, military hardware, and a fucking M2 .50 cal just laying around. Seriously, they have to step around enough free firepower to topple a third world country to get back to their shitty vehicles.
During the first episode of season 2, one of the survivors gets her handgun taken away from her because the others are worried about the civilians being “untrained” and that she may be suicidal.
If she is suicidal, I see a binary solution here that involves +1 available firearms and -1 mouths to feed.
Speaking of “untrained” you think police officers would at least be paranoid enough to have some security out and not let a shambling horde of 200+ fucking dead things walk within 50 yards of their position unseen. And not let everyone split up and frolic through unsecured automobiles pretty much right after they’re gone.
At this point, I would shoot the cops and stake the old man out as Zombie chowder.
Speaking of which, in S2E2, they need a respirator so a country vet can operate on the young boy (recently allowed to search corpses for loot by himself “as long as we can see you” because apparently zombies don’t like masticating children if observed). To get it, they have to go to an area they know is over run with dead folk.
Hey, let’s take the 600lb guy who can’t run!
Actually, awesome idea: Assuming your plan is to get the goods while the horde is eating the fatass.
Alas, not so much….
Don’t get my started on the “Let’s all hole up in a farmhouse with a wraparound porch and bay windows…”
At this point I’m watching for the zombie effects (which are pretty top notch), and to pick apart their dumbfuckery.
Fixing the Habit: Day 66 (Date correction, I did day 39 twice. Oops.)