Yup. If you’re in the middle of the zombie apocalypse scrounging for limited supplies you have to set priorities. Rockets are a dime a dozen, but who’s to say he’ll EVER find another lighter again?

Yup.
“Thanks for inviting us all into your quaint little town, see you all in hell!”

Totally agree. It’s just too unbelieveable.
Now the kid’s murmers attract zombies, but when the the gun goes off they all still have time to react to everything, cry over Carl a bit, and still make a relatively clean escape? And the multitude of zombies they take out! No... just no... or is a massive hoard of zombies…