Daisy Dukes and a half-shirt during the end of the world; looks amazing on a supermodel-realy actress, but utterly worthless against zombie bites, bloodthirsty insects, infernal sunburn, or any manner of random scratches or abrasions she could rack up by running through, for example, that field of chest-high corn behind her. It's the post-apocalyptic answer to the chainmail bikini.
Then again, this is the show where they haven't yet figured out advanced concepts like the spear, the shield, the cardboard armor, the spike strip, the shallow pit, the low wall, or how to park a bus in front of a collapsing chain link fence. So what the hell? BRING IT ON
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