The gang follows a streaky trail of red goo and determine that he has cauterized his stump, after having chopped off his own hand. A tough son-of-a-bitch, one might say.
Who could forget Jim? I certainly did, as this minor character is memorable only for having gone lightly crazy in this episode, embarking on a digging spree. In that the digging sure looks a lot like coffin-sized holes, which creeps out the posse.
There are various degrees of lunacy in TWD, from light OCD to full-blown homicidal delusions. On second thought, this is not at all unlike the real world.
It turns out that Jim is feeling poorly because he saw his family eaten, and couldn't help them. This is a legitimate reason for going crazy, and puts my own stress into perspective. This show is already providing me with insights into my own human condition!
Remember that bag of guns Lazy Ricky dropped? It turns out a gang, of sorts, is also interested in them. A scuffle ensues, a gangster butt receives an arrow (courtesy of Daryl), and Glenn gets kidnapped (this will happen often throughout the course of TMD).
We are clearly meant to fear this mysterious gang of bad guys, but as it turns out - not everything is as it seems! They have hearts of gold, and are protecting old people in an old people's house. Diplomacy wins the day, and no one gets hurt. Everyone wins, except the audience whose heart is wrenched by the vulnerability of the old folks, and the noblesse of Felipe and Guillermo.
It's been too long since we've seen a zombie. Cue the zombies. Camp goes beserk as a flood of ghouls overtakes Smore hour, and Amy falls to a nasty bite.
Andrea, her sister, is doubly bummed for she must now put her deceased / Walker sister out of her misery. We all feel pretty bad.
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