Here’s the deal: Rick was trying to save a bunch of people from a herd of walkers. Standard Tuesday for him. But the plan involved blowing up a bridge with dynamite to collapse a ravine, and our boy Rick got impaled on a piece of rebar. Ouch.
Bleeding out, delirious, and probably rethinking his life choices, he decided to still blow up the bridge anyway. He shot the dynamite, the bridge exploded, and everyone assumed he died a hero’s death. Cue the sad violins.
But here’s the surprising fact: Rick didn’t die. He was pulled from the river by Anne (the garbage lady, remember her?) and a mysterious helicopter pilot from a civilization called the CRM (Civic Republic Military). It’s like he got carjacked by a secret society.
