Murphy has turned snarky and Connor can't figure out what's wrong. Nothing he knows works as Murphy closes more and more. It hasn't occurred to Connor that maybe he's focusing on the wrong thing.

The brutality of it is simple - Murphy is shot, and they both know he isn't going to make it. Murphy is almost okay with it, though.

What would the brothers be like as two of the Horsemen? War and Death.

The group is trapped - there is no exit, not enough arms, they're outnumbered one to twelve. There's nothing they can do, and they decide to make their last moments count. No point in dwelling. After all, they're family. And they will go out like one. But for now, a little lightheartedness and warmness won't hurt.

After the group has been captured at Terminus, they were separated into different box-cars. It's been days and Daryl is suffering from hallucinations, a lack of water and sensory deprivation. He can't make sense of what is going on around him as vile, slippery thoughts start to worm their way into his mind.

The MacManus twins go clubbing to a bordering city, and Murphy decides to give the fancy, colourful drinks a try. Who knew they'd hit so damn hard? Conphy.

The show never gave us an explanation as to why Daryl has suddenly gone from sandy-blond to dark-brown. So, there seems to be two logical options. Either he used to dye his hair blond before the apocalypse, or he started dying it brown after. A/N: This is not to be taken seriously. Intented to poke slight fun of the fact.