Rick takes Carl and Michonne on that run, but it's looking like an uneasy alliance. They visit Rick's old office to find the armory raided clean and, proceeding into town, find the main drag turned into a bizarre art installation of anti-zombie countermeasures presided over by a masked man with a sniper rifle. Gunplay ensues, and they manage to take the man alive. Guess who? It's Morgan from the pilot, who has turned his home into quite the bunker-slash-arsenal-slash-psycho wall in the past year. While he's unconscious and our "heroes" are raiding his stash, Rick finds the walkie-talkie he left Morgan all those years, its mate long since forgotten. Rick has an attack of conscience and insists they stick around until Morgan wakes up. While he's waiting, Carl and Michonne take a side run, ostensibly to shop for a crib for Lil Asskicker, but Carl's actually got another baby supply in mind. He and Michonne sneak into a zombie-infested restaurant so Carl can collect a family picture from over the bar, and they barely get out alive. But at least now Judith will know what her mom looked like, and Carl has a new friend.
When Morgan comes around, it isn't so much hugs and smiles as fighting and stabbing Rick in the shoulder. And then, when Morgan gets it together, he's pretty bitter about being abandoned by Rick. Worse, he reveals that his zombified wife was the one who got his son. So Rick hasn't really had such a bad time in comparison. Rick invites Morgan back to the prison with him, but Morgan doesn't want any part of it. But the away team gets back out of town with everything they came for, plus Michonne as an official member of the group. It's not such a good day for a guy they pass on the road, though.
The first thing we see is a post-apocalyptic social media message in the form of a hand-lettered sign overlooking the two-lane highway: "Erin, we tried for Stone Mountain. -J." Its eye-catching streamers rise in the breeze as the Hyundai cruises past with Michonne driving, Rick riding shotgun and Carl sitting behind him. It's silent in the car, even when they pass a lone backpacker who begs them to stop. Needless to say Michonne doesn't let up on the gas, and only Carl spares a look back at the man collapsing in despair on the pavement behind them.
Soon they arrive at one of those inconvenient road-blocking tableaux that speak of the early evacuation and panic, with cars packed with supplies and the odd set of gory remains stopped in the middle of the traffic lane. There's also an overturned truck off to the side with half of a moving walker sticking out from under it. Michonne, distracted by this as she's slowly trying to circumnavigate the mess, ends up getting a tire stuck in the muddy ditch. Rick and Carl just look at her impatiently as she spins their wheels, but soon there are zombies crowded around every window, snarling to get in. And of course one of them is still wearing an ID bracelet that spells "Erin," just as a bonus. Rick says, "Cover your ears," cracks his window, and pokes the end of his revolver's barrel into the face of the nearest ghoul.
Apparently he's able to clear out the whole group that way, because we cut to three travelers outside the car while Rick loots other vehicles for something to give the wheel traction. He also passes this important life skill on to Carl, who carps about Michonne in general. Carl is wondering why she's even along, and Rick explains that a) he didn't want to leave her back at the prison with Merle, and b) they have common interests. For now, at least. Michonne, sitting behind the wheel, hears every word of this, looking a little annoyed. Looks like she's going to have to save Hershel a few more times.
Speaking of uninvited guests, the man with the orange backpack comes running toward them from the direction they came, again begging them not to leave him. Michonne drives the car six inches out of the stuck spot, which of course you never do because you'll just get stuck again, but they all ride off, leaving the poor bastard not only still standing there, but totally knackered from having just run a mile or more. And in an area where there was just a lot of noise. Maybe get yourself moving again, orange backpack guy.