Saturday, November 27, 2010
Rick Grimes - Zombies: A Field Guide - Danial Carroll
Friday, November 26, 2010
Rick Grimes - Family Man - Matt Duarte
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Rick Grimes - The United Front - Sime McDonald
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Rick Grimes - You’ll Have To Wait For The Title – Rol Hirst
Panel One.
A Midwest Sheriff in uniform and hat talks straight to camera. His face looks tired and drawn.
Sheriff: We finally got him cornered in a gas station outside Lincoln. Called in every available officer, state and local – National Guard too. They all wanted a piece of him…
Sheriff: ...for every god-awful thing he did while wearing that badge.
Panel Two.
The state coroner stands in a morgue, talking to camera. He’s a man in his 50s who’s seen a lot of terrible things in his time… but this might just be the one that breaks him. His eyes are tearing up.
Coroner: My granddaddy worked this office when Charles Starkweather hisself blew through town. Eleven dead, an' that was a nationwide scandal. Sickened him to his core.
Coroner: I’m just glad he ain’t around to see this bullpucky…
Panel Three.
A hard-faced defence attorney stands on the courtroom steps and addresses a crowd of reporters. She is indignant in the face of an unwinnable case.
Attorney: …a grave miscarriage of justice. After what happened to his wife and son, my client was clearly unfit to stand trial. In disallowing the insanity plea, the judge buckled under public pressure…
Panel Four.
Rick Grimes sits on his bunk in a prison cell, head down, the bars casting shadows over his face.
CAP (Rick): They tell me I did terrible things.
CAP (Rick): They tell me there were no zombies.
CAP (Rick): They tell me it was all in my mind.
Panel Five.
Rick is led out of his cell by a warden, guards and the prison chaplain. They’re taking him to his execution.
CAP (Rick): I can only prey they’re telling the truth.
CAP (Rick): Because if this is all just a nightmare, I don’t wanna wake up…
Guard (Shouting The Title): “Dead Man Walking!”
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Rick Grimes - Just A Small Town Police Officer - Max Barnard
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Page 22 - 5 Panels
1-- Rick Grimes (in uniform) is standing in the centre of a lush, beautiful field outside of Cynthiana, Kentucky. Everything is colourful as heck, with flowers, green leaves blowing by, and the town in front of him looking bright and cheerful.
SPEECH BUBBLE/RICK GRIMES - A'yup, life sure is pretty good around here nowadays.
2-- We're now viewing Rick from the front, gripping his chest in pain.
SPEECH BUBBLE/RICK GRIMES - NNGH!
3-- Rick's now on his knees, double over in pain. Colour is starting to wash out of the panel.
SPEECH BUBBLE/RICK GRIMES - ... Heart attack?
4-- Rick is looking at the hand he'd used to grip his chest, which is now covered in blood. The colour has washed out so much now that there's only a little bit of colour left in the panel, save for the blood, which is completely dark red.
SPEECH BUBBLE/RICK GRIMES - Blood? But... I'm not...
5-- Everything's now in black and white. Rick is lying on the floor of a desolate city, with a hole ripped in his chest, blood pouring out. His face is blank as he remembers the reality of his situation.
SPEECH BUBBLE/RICK GRIMES - Ah... Life's still awful.
CAPTION - THE END
Monday, November 22, 2010
Rick Grimes - A Moment - Ben Rosenthal
The following contains a minor spoiler. It is not essential to the plot, but does spoil a transpiring nonetheless.
1. We are looking down on a table. A football sits on the table amongst some wrapping paper. It has been well worn, but is still in reasonably good shape. The wrapping spread underneath it is obviously supposed to wrap the ball. A homemade card can be seen poking out from underneath the wrapping paper.
2. The football is half in shot, an we can now see more of the table. Bits of discarded paper and sticky tape are sprawled across it. Someone has obviously had a hard time trying to wrap the ball.
3. Rick Grimes sits at the table. His head is bowed, hand on his forehead. Although we cannot see his eyes, we can tell he is looking at the stump on the end of his arm. In front of him is the ball he was trying to wrap. He looks deflated, defeated.
4. A close up of Rick’s face. Most of it is shadowed, his good hand blocking the light. Tears have welled in his eyes, with fresh trails staining each of his cheeks.
RICK
I’m sorry.
I'm not sure that I convey it clearly enough, but I wanted to show Rick at a point where he breaks down. Something as simple as wrapping present for his son is made extremely difficult due to the loss of his hand. The "I'm sorry" does not refer to his inability to wrap the gift, but rather a reflection on the limitations that have been put on him. Not only from losing his hand, but from being in the world which they now inhabit.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Rick Grimes – Everything Is Personal – Ryan K Lindsay
Rick(op): Nothing personal.
Rick(op): Weren’t those your words?
2. Rick is standing in front of a woman tied to a chair. She has clearly been beaten, bloody strands of hair hang in her face. We do not know her name because no one ever finds it out. It isn't important. Rick looks like the God of War, seething anger.
Rick: You thinking fucking with our way of life and destroying our worlds was nothing personal?
Woman: IIII’m-…
Rick: You’re what‽
3. Close up on the woman’s face. A tooth is missing, blood crusting her nose, tears streaming down her face.
Woman: I’m sorry…just looking for food.4. Rick is screaming down at her.
Woman: Didn’t mean f-
Rick: You wanted to take our food! You wanted to starve us to death instead of yourself! And in the process you brought death quicker to us!
5. Rick takes a moment to calm down, his back is to her.
6. Rick is walking away from her.
Rick: So, now he’s just looking for food. That’s all he’ll ever be looking for.
Rick: Nothing personal.
7. Rick is leaving through the door, on the floor we see a zombie child, it’s Carl. He’s dead but not yet up.
Rick: I’ll let my son have one last meal and then I’ll kill him.
Rick: …
Rick(wh): Fuck you, and rot in hell.

