Just read issue #65. I don’t know now. Maybe I was expecting something more – but with ‘Fear The Hunters’ approaching its climax, what is there to ‘fear’? Nothing, it seems.
This is no ‘No-one Is Safe’ – there is no Governor here. Just a collection of tired, miserable people, driven to do what they need to do. Rick and co take the fight to these wretches, with Rick going in and attempting to ‘negotiate’, and this allows time for some back story and exposition – the Hunters explaining their motives. All rather drab it is too – it reminded me of the Bill Hicks monologue about Saddam and ‘The Republican Guard’, who were believed to be (if you believed Hicks) something like 12 foot tall warriors, until the Allied forces got to Baghdad and found normal Iraqis in Uniform. Well, this group of Hunters are even less spectacular. Then, in a neat scene reminiscent of Jensen using the power of his mnd to floor security guards (with a little help from sniper fire) in an early issue of ‘The Losers’, Rick takes the fight to them Hunters….
I liked the last page. Rick looks feral nowadays, a yin to the yang of Sgt Fords Military style neatness. The last 4 or 5 pages nearly made up for the middle section, which was saggy and made me wonder what the fuss was about with ‘The Hunters’ all along.
There were some other nice touches – Eugene being useful, Andrea being altogether useful, caring and a crack-shot, and Charlie Adlard drawing the rack and ruin of Suburbia in such a way that the misery seeps out of the page at you. The death of nearly everything – Charlie Adlard can summon up that vista for you in a few panels of black and white art.
I still enjoyed this issue by the way, but the Hunters seem such an anti-climax.
The Walking Dead #65 is out now from Image.