ByMatt Carter, writer at Creators.co
If the zombie apocalypse kicks off you'll find me in the Winchester
Matt Carter

Ever since Rick went loco following the death of Lori and decided that seeing ghosts were the answer to his problems, there's been a power vacuum over at the prison. Hershel put together a Council of the Willing to debate the big issues, but they spend too much time talking and not enough time immolating.

Democracy and procrastination are obviously no longer words that are in Carol's lexicon as the previously mild-mannered housewife has decided to take matters into her own hands. And boy has she been busy the past few weeks.

In order to prepare the children for life in an apocalypse she's decided to swap story time for knife-fighting time, in the process creating a child army. She spends her free time going on unsupervised water runs because she ain't afraid of no zombie, her hair doesn't grow (seriously!) and her weapon of choice is knife that also doubles as a knuckle duster.

You want a drink of water? Well you can't have one because Carol's kicked over the barrels. That's how she rolls. What's that? You've got a slight temperature and a tickly cough? Too bad. You've just had your throat mercilessly slit, your body dragged outside and now you are on fire. How do you like them rotten apples?

Forget talk about Councils convening or Riktatorships returning. There's a new Sheriff in town and she'll stab you in the face if she has to.

Please Note: Hyperbole might have been used for large parts of this article.

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