I'll skip to when our idiot version of Rick, arrives at Atlanta..
Rick rode into town, as expected, ignoring all the warning signs about the city being overrun.
At one point he believed he heard a helicopter but while it, he saw, too his horror, thousands of walkers who ended eating his horse, freaking out, Rick literary started acting like a gorilla, as if doing so was possibly gonna fix the situation.
Though biconcles, Glenn saw Rick, as wehaws jumping up and down, making animal noises.
"Clearly he's Canadian" Glenn said, under the belief that 'all' Canadian's responde to life and death situations, by doing what Rick is doing.
Rick eventually found his way inside a tank. And spent the full time cuddled into a ball sucking on this thumb, until Glenn radioed him "Hey. You in the tank? Dumbass? Having fun in there?".
INSIDE RICK'S HEAD:
A man and Woman are seen laying in bed.
Man: Man. For a school teacher you make love good.
Woman: It's well Jeff. Its 'you make love well'
"Hello!? Hello dumbass! I know your in there! I can hear you breathing!" Glenn's voice cried, interrupting Rick's completely pointless vision and snapping him back to reality.
"Help me! I'm by drunken cannibals!" Rick cried.
"You mean.. The living dead?" Glenn said abit annoyedly.
"Same thing!" Rick cried.
"Whatever.. Look man. That tank won't protect you forever!" Glenn cried.
"Oh, yeah, I totally wasn't aware of that!" Rick cried sarcastically.
"Are you being sarcasti-
"OF COARSE I'M BEING SARCASTIC!" Rick screamed angrily.
"Look man.. All I can say is. Run for it. Grab what weapons are in there, and get the fuck outta there!" Glenn told him.
Rick understood, and grabbed a loaded pistol, along with melee weapon.
The dead soldier had mechette with him, but again making the less obvious choice, Rick grabbed a mini shovel, witch was twice as heavy as the machete and way less effective.
"FOR GLOOOOOOOORY!" Rick cried out dramatically as he jumped out of the tank and smashed the shovel against the face of one of the walkers, breaking the shovel in progress.
Armed with both his rovolver and a regular pistol, Rick shot his way though the zombie hord, proving to be a very skilled marksmen, even though he was kinda ruining it by shouting out various action movie quotes after each kill.
Most of the zombies were shot in the head, several in the neck, and one was shot in both of his eye holes.
Rick body slammed one of the zombies against the nearest wall, breaking its head in millions of pieces sinse zombies are so rotten or whatever.
He almost shot Glenn also, but he didn't. And Glenn lead him to the others.
Rick rode into town, as expected, ignoring all the warning signs about the city being overrun.
At one point he believed he heard a helicopter but while it, he saw, too his horror, thousands of walkers who ended eating his horse, freaking out, Rick literary started acting like a gorilla, as if doing so was possibly gonna fix the situation.
Though biconcles, Glenn saw Rick, as wehaws jumping up and down, making animal noises.
"Clearly he's Canadian" Glenn said, under the belief that 'all' Canadian's responde to life and death situations, by doing what Rick is doing.
Rick eventually found his way inside a tank. And spent the full time cuddled into a ball sucking on this thumb, until Glenn radioed him "Hey. You in the tank? Dumbass? Having fun in there?".
INSIDE RICK'S HEAD:
A man and Woman are seen laying in bed.
Man: Man. For a school teacher you make love good.
Woman: It's well Jeff. Its 'you make love well'
"Hello!? Hello dumbass! I know your in there! I can hear you breathing!" Glenn's voice cried, interrupting Rick's completely pointless vision and snapping him back to reality.
"Help me! I'm by drunken cannibals!" Rick cried.
"You mean.. The living dead?" Glenn said abit annoyedly.
"Same thing!" Rick cried.
"Whatever.. Look man. That tank won't protect you forever!" Glenn cried.
"Oh, yeah, I totally wasn't aware of that!" Rick cried sarcastically.
"Are you being sarcasti-
"OF COARSE I'M BEING SARCASTIC!" Rick screamed angrily.
"Look man.. All I can say is. Run for it. Grab what weapons are in there, and get the fuck outta there!" Glenn told him.
Rick understood, and grabbed a loaded pistol, along with melee weapon.
The dead soldier had mechette with him, but again making the less obvious choice, Rick grabbed a mini shovel, witch was twice as heavy as the machete and way less effective.
"FOR GLOOOOOOOORY!" Rick cried out dramatically as he jumped out of the tank and smashed the shovel against the face of one of the walkers, breaking the shovel in progress.
Armed with both his rovolver and a regular pistol, Rick shot his way though the zombie hord, proving to be a very skilled marksmen, even though he was kinda ruining it by shouting out various action movie quotes after each kill.
Most of the zombies were shot in the head, several in the neck, and one was shot in both of his eye holes.
Rick body slammed one of the zombies against the nearest wall, breaking its head in millions of pieces sinse zombies are so rotten or whatever.
He almost shot Glenn also, but he didn't. And Glenn lead him to the others.