Is **** dead in The Walking Dead - SPOILER WARNING

How we felt after watch s6 03

If you haven't watched episode 3 of season 6, Thank You, don't read this.

Glenn is one of the original cast members of the show, but what we all want to know is did he die at the jaws and grasping hands of the walkers?

Nicholas sees no other way out.

Did Nicholas, who should have had a bullet in his brain long ago after he tried to kill Glenn twice, eventually get him killed?

Here's the case for both sides.

YES, Glenn died. 
1. Glenn called Rick "dumb ass" on the walkie talkie. That could be a nod to their first ever encounter when Glenn was on a supply run and saved Rick, calling him a dumb ass on the walkie talky. 

2. The story of the man from Alexandria getting back to his wife Betsy, had parallels with Glenn trying to get back to Maggie. 

3. We could have seen Glenn getting eaten but it was hard to see from the camera angle. 

No, Glenn survived. 

1. The episode was called "Thank you." Nicholas who was clearly suffering from PTSD, said those words to Glenn before he blew his own brains out. Could it be that Glenn is the one saying that to Nicholas whose landed on top of him and perhaps saved him from the walkers? 

Blood and guts can save you in The Walking Dead.

2. If that is the case, Glenn will be covered in Nicholas's blood, guts and viscera making the zombies think he's one of them. That could allow him to hide under the dumpster that's there. He and Rick talked about a signal - could he have a flare gun that will distract the walkers and help him get away? (I think/hope he does).

FLASHBACK - Remember how Rick got Glenn & his then gang to cover themselves in guts to get past the walkers in an episode? Carol did the same to great effect on her one woman rescue mission at Terminus. 

What happened to kickass Maggie? 

3. Without Glenn, there'd be little point in having Maggie. She used to be a kickass, but now she's babysitting the head of Alexandria, although she might be pregnant. 

Maggie's gone soft. When Glenn told her how Nicholas tried to kill her, she should have killed Nicholas. 

When Father Gabriel bad mouthed Rick and Co, she should have put a bullet in his head.

4. The show is short of big characters. We have Rick, Daryl, Michonne and the all mighty Carol. The rest seem disposable.

They left a huge gap by killing off Tyreese. "WHY DID YOU DO IT?" we wail.

Abraham hasn't been given a lot to do and seems to have given up. Ditto Sasha, Eugene, Rosita, Tara and even Maggie. Apart from Aaron, the Alexandrians are pretty hopeless. Heath shows promise by saving Michonne as she almost fell going over that fence. 

Well, what do you think? Have we said bye-bye to one of The Walking Dead's most popular characters?

WHAT I THINK I think Glenn will live to fight another day. I reckon having Nicholas on top of him and the blood from the shot on his face will have saved him.

He'll find a way to escape the walker hordes.

Free Zombie story - Pick Your Brain

What would happen once the zombie apocalypse was over and people (and zombies) were forced to justify their actions?

That's the scenario I took and then ran with it for my short story Pick Your Brain.


“Miss McBride, in all my years of representing clients whom other less well attuned legal brains would turn down as unwinnable, I have never come across one single case I could not win.” He pursed his lips. “Until now that is. Do you honestly think citing a…”
He cleared his throat.

“And, I’m quoting your expert witness Professor Romero here. "A virus that renders people incapable of rational thought and gives them an uncontrollable compulsion to consume human flesh, especially human brains," is going to assist your boyfriend in his defence after he was caught by two police officers, standing over the lifeless body of his friend, clutching a baseball bat soaked in the blood and chunks of brain matter from the deceased who was later found to have died from multiple brain injuries consistent with several blows to the head from a baseball bat?”

“Yes,” I said. “It’s the truth.”

Charles Benson, who had so many letters after his name it was like a game of Scrabble, eyed me like I was the last lunatic left in an asylum. “Did one of my learned colleagues put you up to this?” His eyes swept the room. “Are there hidden cameras? Is this some TV prank show?”

His reaction was hardly a new one. I’d encountered similar reactions from other barristers who were convinced I was delusional. “No,” I said, defiant, “this isn’t a prank. This is real.”
He raised his chin. The gesture reminded me of a haughty child.

“Well, in that case Miss McBride, I can’t help you. It’s a psychiatrist you need, not a man of law.”

Condescension seeped from his every word.

It was hard to hide my disappointment. I’d been sure he was the one man who could help us and argue that Scott had acted in self-defence. His friend, Archie was trying to eat him.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Mr Benson.” And I was genuinely sorry. If he couldn’t help Scott in this way he’d have to help him in another.

“I honestly thought someone of your calibre who’d successfully argued that a man wasn’t guilty of murdering his wife because he mistook her for a lion, would have a more open mind.” I paused to eye him with disdain. “Perhaps you could speak to Scott and explain why you won’t help him. He’s a teacher and a well-respected pillar of this community just like you. It’ll only take a minute. He’s outside.”

Charles Benson’s face went pumice grey. “No, I’m sorry, I don’t have the time. My next client will be here.”

I stood up and walked over to the door. “Well, in that case our business is over, Mr Benson. But there’s one last thing you can help me with.”

With a nod of the head, I opened the door. “I think you should meet Scott anyway, so you’ll understand. You see, in the attack he was bitten. More like a scrape caused by teeth sliding against his skin really. He didn’t turn as quickly as they do in the movies or in The Walking Dead.”

I gave a wry smile. “Well, things are seldom as they are in the movies.”

Scott shambled into the room, feral eyes glowing as he saw his prey. His nails were ragged and torn and bloody from eating the two prison guards on the way over and the secretary outside.

Charles Benson’s eyes were wide with terror. “You better leave now, or I’m calling the police.”
His words were strangled.

As Scott pinned him to the desk and sunk decaying teeth into his fat flesh, I couldn’t resist one last parting shot.

“Do you believe me now, Mr Benson?”

He was unable to answer. Scott had ripped out his throat – the blood that spurted out of the arrogant lawyer’s veins reminded me of raspberry sauce on an ice cream cone. Blood is never as red as you think, not when you get used to it.

Scott devoured the lips, then the nose, followed by the brain. The intestines he gorged on like cheesy string. Benson’s fingers he wolfed down like hot dogs.
Once he was done, he licked the blood and flesh from his teeth.

I wagged a finger at him. “Christ, Scott, we’re gonna run out of lawyers soon.”
Scott drooled. “HUNGRY. BRAINS.”
My face softened. “Okay, but we need to tidy up this office and go. We have more legal brains we need to pick.”


Jenny Thomson is the author of Scottish zombie novel Dead Bastards that's been described as "a cross between Trainspotting and Shaun of the Dead."
Note - This story first appeared in the kick ass Pulp Metal Magazine