In preparation for the upcoming Season 3 premiere of The Walking Dead I decided to finally get around to finishing the second season, thank you Netflix instant for making that possible. Unfortunately I also have a stubborn lingering cold that is feeling more like the bird flu since it won't go away. Yes, I get dramatic when stricken ill. So I took a dose of NyQuil too.
So here's what happened, SPOILER ALERT! In Episode 17 entitled "Judge, Jury, Executioner" the group tries to help a questionable individual named Randall, who they end up holding prisoner because of the possible threat he may pose. From what he confesses during his torture sesh with Daryl we find out that the crew he rolls with is bad news. This revelation only serves to further convince members of the group that executing Randall may be the most sensible thing to do. This is when every one's reminder of what a pre-zombie apocalypse father, Dale, was steps in to remind everyone that executing Randall would only serve to kill what little humanity they have left in themselves. While Dale is going from person to person trying to sway the vote, our little friend Carl is playing Cowboys and Indians in the woods. Outfitted in dad's big hat and a stolen gun, Carl stumbles upon a Walker that's stuck in the mud. So he does what any kid does, throws rocks at him. Which is all fun and games until the Walker starts to get unstuck. Carl tries to kill it and fails so he runs back to mom. Don't think I'm hating on Carl either, stuck-in-the-mud Walker was particularly creepy and shirtless to boot. I would have run to mommy too. Now its dark and Dale hears an animal in pain. Always the humane one, he finds a cow that's been ripped apart and dying. Just then the extra creepy shirtless Walker, who is also a cow thrasher, attacks Dale ripping him open just like poor Bessie. Now our last vestige of humanity is put down like the animals we've become when Daryl puts a bullet in Dale, who is now the agonizing beast.
little portable speaker so I could actually hear what was happening. All made even more difficult because I took a dose of NyQuil before the opening credits. By the end of the episode I was well on my way to a deep sleep in an effort to vanquish this cold. Unfortunately the combination of zombies and NyQuil proved to be exhausting since I spent the entire night dreaming that I was awake and that zombies were coming towards my house in the middle of the night. To the point that in my delirium I heard distant car alarms and assumed that it was Walkers stumbling into parked cars.
Moral of the story- Don't take NyQuil before a zombie show. Especially if it turns out to be real.