If you want to complain about the direction of “The Walking Dead” this season, you’re more than welcome, but if you tune in specifically to see zombies and zombie kills, you can’t justifiably complain about last night’s bloodbath. The entire first half of the episode was Romero-style, brain-splattering, full-on zombie destruction, and it was phenomenal. Was it absolutely necessary to drag it out that long? Who cares? Zombies got their asses kicked until, of course, they overran the farm by sheer force of numbers.
The death count: Two. Jimmy and Patricia (Otis’ wife), the two least recognizable members of the cast. I had completely forgotten about them until last night, so their loss wasn’t exactly dramatic. I’m sure there’s some 16-year-old girl in Idaho who became fixated on Jimmy who was crushed by his death, but the reaction of most viewers was, “Jimmy? Oh yeah! I totally forgot about that guy.”
The Plot Developments: Once the survivors were overrun by the zombie horde, they reconvened at the highway, minus Andrea, and the truth about the zombie infection came out. Everyone is a carrier, news that Rick had procured from the CDC but kept from everyone. You die, you’re a walker.





