So we finally got to see the aftermath of Patrick’s mystery death is the shower on Monday night and I for one am confused.  Surely, someone would have heard a walker eating like he was at the last supper on a poor unsuspecting and peacefully sleeping fella.  Well apparently not, and this starts off a domino effect of the walker infestation in the prison.

Apparently hours fly by and no one has heard a thing.  Outside, life is as normal, Maggie is noticing the walkers are gathering in one section of the fencing, pushing and clawing at it like they were waiting for Myer’s doors to open on Boxing Day sales.  Rick and Carl are farming, talking about guns and stuff…it’s a normal day.  Then the gunshots start piercing the air.  It’s always calm when gunshots fire out isn’t it?

A mass fight takes place and thankfully no one we actually care about is injured (well except Michonne, but it was her own fault tripping over that rope).  Back inside, the crew discover that a deadly flu like illness is sweeping the prison.  Seeing that Hershel really hasn’t had much to do so far, it’s put upon him to decide that yes, those with symptoms must be separated from the group (he IS a doctor or is it a vet?  It all becomes so intertwined after a few limb amputations).  Now hysteria begins to spread as quickly as the virus and those suffering even a mild cough are segregated off – including Karen.

By now, the walkers gathering at Myer’s doors are beginning to break in, they must have seen the 50% off all white-goods sign.  Cut to a mass stabbing involving Rick, Glenn, Maggie and Darryl and a moment where Rick is so worried about his farming plot he actually stops and stares at his work before deciding to use the possibly infected piglets as bait to lure the walkers away – hence my title ‘Babe Bait’.  Man did those pigs squeal!  They squealed, but didn’t run when Rick placed them on the ground (how convenient)  After all the killing, death, murder that has taken place over three seasons – apparently it’s only now that Rick decides that violence is the only way to survive and happily hands Carl back his gun and holster.

I’m really liking Carol so far this season.  Her private ‘weapons for kids’ class is going well and puts one of her students to a test to see if she can use what she’s learnt to kill her father who has just been bitten.  One would possibly think a small animal would be the first test…but then again, i’m not teaching the class.  Carol also finds herself pleading with Carl not to tell Rick about her class.  Personally, Carol should have laid the smack down and told Carl not to rat on her, but then again, i’m not Carol.  Of course, the little twat scuttles off and tells Rick, but thankfully, both are on Carol’s side and decide to keep mum on the topic.

Finally, Tyreece (who is using the prison as a dating service) is seen heading off into the quarantined zone to give his lady love Karen some wild flowers he picked all himself.  It seems there’s a lot of blood smeared all over the floors of her room and a trail leading somewhere else.  Has she turned?  Nope, Tyreece follows the blood trail (which is going to be a bugger to clean up) outside where after what feels like 3 hours looking at a close up shot of his shocked facial expression, we find Karen’s and another segregated persons burnt to a crisp bodies.  Guess someone is terrified enough of this virus to burn some people alive or we’ve begun an American Horror Story: Coven cross-over.

Side note: Am I the only who thinks the girl who couldn’t stab her dad in the head is the one feeding the rats to the walkers?  She has a habit of naming them, cried when her walker Nick was killed off, even her own little sister told Carol that “She’s messed up”.  Girl aint’ right is all i’m saying, but then again, this is a zombie apocalypse.