The blood-soaked duo head out into the alley, stumbling along slowly trying to blend in, while the rest of the group goes back up to the roof to keep an eye on their progress. As sounds of a rainstorm brew up above, the ever-selfless Dixon wants to know if "that asshole" is out on the street with a handcuff key. Always thinking of the welfare of others, that one. T-Dog happily waves the key in his face.
Out at Camp Terror, which I was hoping we'd forgotten existed, Amy is all in a tizzy because they haven't made it back. Considering that the sexed-up Shane and Lori are back, it's got to be the others they're worried about. They finally hear T-Dog's voice on the radio, and although it's broken up, the message gets through that they are surrounded and trapped. Lori wants to rescue them, and Amy wants to help her sister, but Shane basically says no. Lori gives him a crazy stare. Seriously, scarier than zombies, the way her eyes bug out.
Back walking the streets of Downtown Atlanta are the only two people I remotely care about, Glenn and Rick. Mostly Glenn. They seem to be blending in with the undead crowd -- well, until it starts downpouring and the Eau de Dead wears off. Morales on the roof says that this is just a passing shower, but that's not going to help my poor little guinea pig Glenn. Once the walkers notice that there are humans among them (because apparently they can't recognize their pinkish complexions) Rick has to use his trusty axe to go split some zombie's head in two. Awesome. Then they make a run for it, hack away with their blunt weapons and hop a fence to get away from the teeming masses.