I've next to nothing to say about The Walking Dead #60, except that I continue to be quite pleased by the pace and tone of the current story arc.
This issue follows Abraham, Rick and Carl after they've retrieved Morgan and are running from a zombie "herd" of two-thousand or more. Apart from touching base with the remaining crew a couple of times, we stay breathlessly with the foursome as they devise a subterfuge to ditch their grave-scented pursuers. In an expertly crafted sequence, a morbid discovery does a subtle number on Morgan's addled conscience. There's some fucked up shit with the twins that provides further evidence of Kirkman's emerging theme: postapocalyptic life is not romantic or liberating, but rather an unceasingly hostile plane that can lead only to madness.
Adlard is getting even better at composing and detailing in actual-size format. He pulls out a lot of really stylish framing and poses. Some of them are quite lovely.
I guess I'll have to wait till #61 to find out the meaning of the final panel. I hope it's what I think it is!