Well, apparently everyone is a sharpshooter that shits ammo, though. They don't seem to waste bullets, and they talk about running out, but other than showing Andrea grab for them, I don't think they make that real enough.
Yeah, I was a little irked by that -- I was like "Everyone's making' head shots from moving vehicles in the dark? WTF ever!"
How did Darryl suddenly stop being an offensive jackass? Did he wake up un-racist one morning? Does that really happen? I mean, one one hand people seem remarkably the same, and on the other, they seem totally different since the start, if you see what I mean. I can't tell the difference between why they changed and why they didn't.
I think Merle was his big bro and Darryl emulated him without thinking about it. And now his worldview is turned upside down, and he's not a stupid person. He and Glenn seemed to have developed a friendship, and I think this is the closest thing he's had to a family in forever (although, Darryl, man, hold out for a beter chick than Carol. Woman's been through some stuff, sure, but you need a partner, not a clinging vine o' crxy.
Oh! And remember when Darryl got stuck with the arrows and halluncinated Merle? He kinda lucid dreamed himself into flipping Merle, and all he stands for, the metaphoricl bloody bird.
For the first time, Darryl's part of a unit, and a unit with a mission -- and HE IS IMPORTANT to them. I can see a 180.
I AM tired of only one freakin' woman being on the hunter side rather than the nuture side. I'd side with Andrea. Despite SHOOTING DARRYL, YOU STUPID, COCKY WENCH. That was a face-slaping moment this season.
I can clean and organize and wash, and would, but I want my safety and fate to be in my control as much as possible. Especially -- let's break down that 4th wall -- if I had my family with me. My sister and I would be the badasses of the group, not D. Dad would probably be able teach us more gun use, and he has a plethora of dirty tricks from Army days. My mom? Oooh, not good. My mom would NOT BE HAPPY about a zombie apocalypse.
HELL YEAH, I'd be sucking it up and learning how to be the baddest bitch I can be. Save myself, save my friends, save my fam...the clothes can be dirty one more day.
I swear, I'm gonna write a zombie apocalypse book where a woman becomes the leader of a bunch of testosterone-driven males, and just dominates them and cuts of 1/2 of this bullshit dick-flanging.
Your dick ain't gonna kill a zombie! Put 'em back in your pants and get to work!
To be fair, seeming happiness of most of the women to be all Suzy Homemaker drives me batshit. Without their planning and organizing, things are screwed. i would be participatory. But I was all HELL YEAH to Andrea when she was all "Fuck the laundry; I am going to learn to go kill some zombie ass! And you chicas might wanna think about that too."
They DO need to find a ammo dump.
Damn, I AM going to cave over the summer and get the comics compilation, I just know it...