Now that Rick has retrieved his beloved walkie-talkies from the zombie-riddled streets of Atlanta, he's trying hard to communicate with Morgan, sending daily desperate messages to him. But while he's off doing this, the rest of Camp Terror is trying to figure out how to get Andrea away from Amy, so they can smash Amy's brains to bits. It doesn't work, even when Dale gives her a pep talk about his wife dying of cancer. But finally, when Amy reawakens on her birthday, Andrea uses her trusty gun to blow her sister's brains out. It's about freaking time.
My sweet little Glenn has little to do in this episode, aside from insisting that they bury their own, instead of burning them. I'd pick this option, if only because the smell of rotting flesh sounds pretty gross. Darryl wants to take no chances, which is probably the smarter decision, and basically says this is payback being her bitchy self because they all had to go and handcuff Merle to a roof and leave him for dead. Again, he might not be wrong.
Also at Camp Terror, Carol seems to relish the opportunity to be the one to smash her dead husband's brains in. In fact, she wields that pickax well, and maybe a little bit overzealously. Can't say as I blame her. And the cameramen seem to love this so much that they've chosen some crazy angles and let the blood spatter hit the lenses like crazy. I'm guessing they were thrilled about this, because they probably wanted to kill themselves after being stuck dealing with the melodrama between Shane, Lori and Rick. God, so fucking annoying these three. Wah, you went to Atlanta with all the guys and now everyone is dead. Wah, you want to go to the CDC to get a cure for this before we all end up dead. Wah, you stole my girlfriend even though she was technically still your wife. Wah, I want to shoot you, but can't find a time when Dale's not looking. Wah, I'm sweaty and gross and haven’t worn a bra in weeks but both of these guys are having a pissing contest over me, guess this whole "last woman alive" thing is working out in my favor. You get the drift.
The Camp Terror crew head out to the CDC -- well, Morales and his family decide to cut their losses and head to Birmingham. Fare thee well, Morales. Jim got bitten during the fight and has to fend off the entire camp, who wants to behead him, but then gets tossed in the back of the camper, where he slowly starts losing it. He begs to be left by the side of the road to die alone. It's sorta sad, really. He was one of the few people I actually liked on this show.
Over at the CDC, we see a guy identified by a wildfire code, recording his progress in his underground lab. He works in a biohazard suit on the zombie tissue and is seemingly all alone. Because of sleep deprivation, he spills something, creates a toxic fume, loses all his samples, starts drinking and contemplates suicide.
Then we see him alerted to the fact that the Camp Terror troupe has arrived. They are stumbling around rotting corpses and basically turning on each other for agreeing to go along with this plan and being left in the middle of the city without gas or a plan. Guys, always have an exit strategy. Still, their asses get seemingly saved when Wildfire opens a gate to let them into the CDC. They may not be smart, but they sure are lucky.
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At the crack of dawn, Rick sits in a field, looks at Atlanta and makes a walkie-talkie call to Morgan. Good thing that his trip to the city at least yielded something, though it remains to be seen if we'll ever see poor Morgan again. Maybe he's better off holed up in his house with his kid staring at his zombified wife than stuck with the Camp Terror crew. I'd pick zombie wife over Shane any day. Rick blathers on about his good fortune of finding his family. Yeah, yeah, quit your bragging. He does at least tell Morgan that the walkers have infested Atlanta, but I'm thinking that Morgan would be smart enough to see all the abandoned cars headed out of town and figure this out for himself instead of riding in on his high horse like some people.
Andrea sits holding the hand of Amy's dead, not-yet-re-alive corpse, while Lori asks if they can take the body to dispose of it somewhat humanely. Andrea ignores her. Hey, that's one more thing that Andrea and I have in common: I like to ignore Lori, too.
Darryl's having a grand old time with a pickax and the dead walkers' skulls. Rick tells Shane and Lori that he'll go talk to Andrea and just explain why they need to smash her dead sister's skull in. Only she's not having it. The second he walks over in his condescending way, she pulls out her pistol and aims it at his head, reminding him that she now knows how to turn the safety off. She wants to kill Rick, too? Andrea might be my hero right now, even if she is miserable about the death of her whiny sister.
Darryl thinks that he can take his arrow and shoot Amy in the brain from a distance, before she gets all reanimated and tears through camp. When he's shot down, he goes to help Morales with some corpses. They start dragging a nameless member of Camp Terror towards the burning pyre, and my sweet Glennn says that they bury the members of their camp instead of burning them. It's kind of annoying, but it's all my sweet Glennn gets to do all episode, so I hate to complain. Darryl reluctantly agrees to do as the majority asks, but calls bullshit on this, as they did leave his brother for dead. Where's Merle? I sorta miss his racist, belligerent ways.
Jim staggers over to Jacqui, who notices that he's bleeding. She wants to know if he was bit or otherwise injured. He denies it, only calling it a little scratch, but Jacqui tells everyone that a walker bit him. He's soon surrounded by the weapon-wielding men of the camp. He grabs a shovel, but T-Dog grabs him and Darryl lifts his shirt and they see a big old bite mark on his torso. Aw, poor creepy Jim. I sorta tolerated you.