Editor’s Note: Don’t get us wrong, we are as obsessive as any TWD fans. But let others pontificate at length. In our view, the show’s narrative conflict is so essential—living vs. undead, civility vs. anarchy, prey vs. predator—that it demands to be distilled in the purest form possible. What better serves that purpose than haiku?
Season 4, Episode 8: Too Far Gone
Nasty as ever,
Gov. captures Hershel, Michonne.
Cruel hostage taker.
Hiding from his past.
“Governor? Don’t call me that.”
The Gov. tells Hershel.
(The B story is:
Daryl learns about Carol;
not happy at all.)
Rick pleads for treaty.
“We all can change,” he insists.
Not the Governor.
In brutal shocker
Hershel decapitated.
Then all hell breaks loose.
Meghan’s been bitten!
Another zombie daughter
for the Governor?
Nope. Gov. shoots Meghan.
Orders his new followers
to take the prison.
Rick and Governor
fighting mano a mano.
Michonne skewers Gov.
Those little blond girls
Shoot the invaders point blank.
Carol trained them well.
Carl rescues his dad.
He is a son of a gun.
And hell of a shot.
The prison’s aflame.
Fortifications are breached.
What is coming next?
No new shows ’til Feb.
What’s with this mid-season break?
Damn you, AMC.
