Glenn and Maggie break cover, and Hershel's the one to head in the direction of their whispered call, stepping over a corpse. Except of course it's not a corpse, as it grabs Hershel by the leg and takes a big bite of juicy, bloody calf. Rookie mistake, Hershel. He screams, which at least brings the group back together. Rick puts down Hershel's attacker (since when is this show called The Sitting Dead?). Maggie is horrified, and the walkers are back, closing in on them. But they manage to break into a cafeteria. T-Dogg holds the door closed while Rick applies a tourniquet to Hershel's leg and has the others hold Hershel down while he uses a hatchet to unceremoniously hack Hershel's leg off below the knee. Alas for Hershel, this procedure takes several blows, but the good news is that he passes out before Rick finishes. Rick finally falls back, seeming a little light-headed himself, and frets that Hershel's bleeding out. Well, yes, that'll happen when you do surgery with yard tools. With that horror barely behind them, Daryl notices a metal grate making up one side of the room, behind which about half-dozen human-shaped figures rise up. Daryl holds his fire until he gets closer, at which point one of the still, staring figures says, "Ho-lee shit!" I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually agree. Looks like I came on board at the right time.
M. Giant is a Minneapolis-based writer with a wife, a son, and a number of cats that seems to have settled at around two. Learn waaaay too much about him at Velcrometer, or just e-mail him at m.giant[at]gmail.com.