The Walking Dead, Vol. 11: Fear the Hunters
I reaaaalllly wish I had read this before I started my Harry Potter re-read, as the thought of interrupting Deathly Hallows, which despite being the saddest and most sober of the HP books, is still quite happy, for this, was not a pleasant or desirable thought. And reading it after seems even more unpleasant. Yet, they were due back at the library, who knows how long it would take me to get them again, and I didn't want to add any more money to my already considerably hefty ongoing library fines. I tell you what, the Pima County Library must LOVE me. Anyway, I powered through this one and Vol. 12 just so I could be done with them, and I know for a fact all of those factors mentioned above affected my enjoyment of the story.
Rick and company are still on the move to Washington, having hooked up with a new group of survivors. This means that in addition to fearing for their lives from without, they once again have to worry about learning enough about a group of people to trust them. And of course, my least favorite part of this series, everyone inside their remaining group (Rick, Carl, Andrea, Dale, the twins, Sophia, Glenn, and Maggie) are falling to shit as well. I swear to God I almost put the book down and swore off the series for good when this volume opened with one of the twins killing the other one, and then Carl killing that twin in turn. At a certain point, unless something changes with this series, I don't know if I will be able to take the endless bleakness. As Andrea says to Rick in this one, everything just keeps getting worse.
In this one, they also have to deal with a group of cannibals who want to hunt them down and eat them. They get Dale, which sends the already frail Andrea, upset from the deaths of Ben and Billy, into a tailspin. But joke's on the cannibals. Dale was wandering off to die, as he'd been bitten. So even though the survivors defeat the cannibals, Dale dies anyway (missing a leg, with Andrea by his side).
It's horrible.