Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Redheads Really Do Have More Fun and Other Myths Debunked

“Always Accountable”: Or, Never Underestimate the Power of the Ginger!

Sometimes, TWD truly baffles me. Mysteries abound within. I have watched this episode twice and still remain in the dark about Daryl, what the heck Sasha and her Ginger traveling companion are talking about, and the rules of re-animation when it comes to sleeping zombies. If you rely on my blog to answer these and other pressing questions, sorry—can’t help you.

Someone is peppering Sasha and the Ginge with a hail of bullets. Luckily, they are still in their car. Daryl is scooting around on his motorcycle, looking as greasy as ever. He pulls up into a charred portion of forest area and collapses on the ground. Who should be lying next to him but a very spooky burnt zombie wearing a helmet-like black hood that covers its face. Okaaaaaay. Early on, this ep has taken a puzzling turn.

Daryl pushes his bike slowly amongst the trees and burnt corpses, who all appear to be zombies. Kind of redundant: twice-killed zombies. Reminds one of baked mashed potatoes. Delicious, but did you need to go to all that trouble? Dead is dead and cooked is cooked. Daryl is bleeding. He hears some crunchy forest sounds and raises his crossbow. His weapon is no match for a scrawny, blond bearded fellow who whacks him on the head with a two-by-four. Before the whack, two grimy young women address Daryl: “We earned what we took.”

The man binds Daryl and the three of them walk through the charred forest. They make him drink water, a practice I find highly overrated. Hydration is in the eye of the beholder! The trio wants to pick up a chick named Patti. Blonde Beard set the fire to burn up the zombies. The “s” word gets bandied about, and by that I mean “stupid.” Daryl mentions that he has places to go, people to see, but Blonde Beard accuses him of being with “them,” the bad guys (does he mean Wolves?).

Patti is not where they left her. There are, however, an aimless bunch of zombies milling about in a lot with trucks and trailers. Waify Chick passes out as Daryl uses this distraction to beat a hasty retreat. After untying his restraints, he gets on the walkie-talkie to contact the Ginge, Sasha, anyone. No answer. He does have his crossbow and duffel bag back, though, which now contains a small cooler labeled “INSULIN.”

Waify Chick is diabetic? Probably why she passed out—hyperglycemia (high blood sugar). How the heck did she make it this long? Without refrigeration, insulin goes bad, and one cooler of it isn’t enough. Curious. That’s mystery number ONE.

Sasha and the Ginge are out of their car. The plan is to wait where they are until Daryl comes back. They find an insurance office to hole up in. Ginge comes across a decorated military uniform hanging proudly in a darkened room, along with a snapshot of the man who once wore it. Sasha tries to catch some zzzs. Ginge wants to chat. Sasha wishes that she had gone solo. Ginge replies that she needed him there because of her instability after her brother died (he was wonderful, but I can’t recall his name).

I’m not listening to their conversation, however interesting. I’m looking at Sasha. She is so beautiful, tough, and enduring at the same time. It’s quite an appealing combo. Ginge I am not so enamored with. As I mentioned a while back, I’ve only been attracted to one fire-headed man in my life, and he did not share the bulky physique or brusque manner of the Ginge. Pickins are slim here, however, so perhaps the Ginge’s charms will grow on me?

Back in the charred forest, Daryl finds Blonde Beard, Waify Chick (who has a Mia Farrow Frank Sinatra era pixie haircut), and other “girl.” He tosses the duffel back. Suddenly, a truck rumbles through the trees. These are the bad people the trio mentioned. I don’t think they are Wolves. Just some other assholes. Daryl ushers the trio to safety and gives Blonde Beard a gun.

One of the bad guys comes looking for the trio and gets a bite on the arm in the process. His comrade promptly chops his arm off, at his request. He’ll be fine! Just as long as he “walks it off.” Random Chick injects passed out Waif with insulin. I’m surprised that they would tolerate this kind of deadweight, and I wonder this as a type 1 diabetic myself. It’s hard enough to manage blood sugar levels under normal circumstances, but after an apocalyptic virus wipes out most of humanity? Impossible.

Ginge encounters a unique situation on the roof of the building. An impaled military zombie plus all the cool weapons said military man was toting around in the trunk of his vehicle. Missiles and Cuban cigars! Sasha probably won’t be as excited as Ginge about the cigars, but she may appreciate the missiles. I guess one would need some device from which to shoot the missiles and not simply toss them like javelins.

Sasha is pensive back at the office. Ginge returns, and he’s got quite the speech. He likes the cut of her jib and wants to get to know her “a whole lot better.” Sasha is rightly skeptical, and not quite sure if redheads turn her on or not. Perhaps the Ginge will grow on her as he is growing on me.

Anyhoo, let us return to the crispy forest, shall we? The trio plus the unflappable Daryl continue on. Tina the Waif runs toward a burnt-out small house. Two blackened dead people lie in the ruins with plastic bags covering their faces. The two women used to babysit them.  Suicides? Are they really dead? No. And Tina lays down right between them with an offering of flowers. She gets bit when one body wakes up, zombified.

After burying Dead Tina, the trio pushes on, sans Tina. Daryl offers to take them back to Alexandria, but Blonde Beard doesn’t trust him, threatens him with the gun, and takes off on his bike. However, Daryl is a frigging cat. He always lands on his feet. He finds a fuel truck covered in brush.

Sasha and the Ginge are relieved to see Daryl as he pulls up in the bitchin fuel truck. I half expect to see the mangled corpses of Blonde Beard and Nondescript Girl on the side of the highway as the truck drives along the highway! No such luck.






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