Andrew Lincoln Heartbroken Over Intense Walking Dead Season 6 Finale End Scene
Andrew Lincoln's 'The Walking Dead' character Rick Grimes has found himself in a rather unpleasant situation of the show's season 6 finale!
Andrew Lincoln's 'The Walking Dead' character Rick Grimes has found himself in a rather unpleasant situation of the show's season 6 finale! Rick had been caught by 'The Saviours' and was forced to his knees at the mercy of the mighty leader Negan.
By the sounds of it, Andrew Lincoln is heartbroken and has been speaking to 'Variety'. Andrew said this in an interview:
"The moment that Rick gets to his knees and acquiesces and almost hands the crown to Negan, it’s done. I was very consciously trying to position Rick in this place where all he’s fought for and killed for these last few years has been smashed all around him in that final scene."
In this interview, Andrew explained that reading the script made him feel "physically sick". Andrew Lincoln then added:
"It was the frustration I felt that I play this man who had answers to every available situation up until this point. I felt just powerless and frustrated and thwarted and angry and all of the things when I was reading it. It made me so upset. I think I was feeling all of the things you’re supposed to feel when watching it: It’s over. I’m so used to playing someone who had a way out or had an answer and I had to play a man who got to his knees. This felt like a demolishing of all of this work that had happened over six years. Negan has got a baseball bat and he’s smashing everything I’ve fought for."
Of course after the episode, Lincoln was questioned about the gruesome murder. The actors themselves have no clue who snuffed it. It remains a mystery. Well not for too long. Viewers at home have to sit patiently until the show returns for season 7 in October this year.
"Because it’s too painful and too intense, we made a pact on set that we won’t speak about it. I apologize but I can’t talk about it."
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By Lewis Jefferies8 years ago in Horror
Unknown Caller
The phone rang at exactly 2:17 a.m. Daniel woke with a jolt. The shrill sound cut through the quiet of his apartment like a blade. For a moment he lay still, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince himself he had imagined it. Then it rang again. His phone sat on the nightstand, vibrating softly against the wood. The screen glowed in the darkness. Unknown Caller. Daniel groaned and rubbed his face. Telemarketers had become bold lately, but calling at two in the morning felt almost illegal. Half-asleep and irritated, he grabbed the phone. “Hello?” he muttered. There was only silence. Not the usual empty silence of a dropped call. This one felt… thick. As if someone was breathing just beyond the edge of hearing. “Hello?” he repeated. A faint crackle came through the speaker. Then a whisper. “…Daniel…” His chest tightened. “Who is this?” he asked, now fully awake. But the line went dead. Daniel stared at the phone. The call duration read 00:13. He frowned and opened the call log. The number froze his blood. 000-000-0000 “That’s… not possible,” he muttered. No real number looked like that. He told himself it was probably some glitch from his phone carrier. Technology did weird things sometimes. Still uneasy, he set the phone down and tried to go back to sleep. For a long time, he stared into the darkness. The phone rang again. 2:43 a.m. Same number. Daniel hesitated before answering this time. “Listen,” he said immediately, forcing confidence into his voice. “If this is some kind of prank—” “…you shouldn’t have answered the first time.” The voice was clearer now. Low. Hoarse. Familiar. Daniel felt a cold ripple move down his spine. “Who is this?” he demanded. A faint sound came through the speaker. Scratching. Like fingernails dragging slowly across wood. “You shouldn’t have answered,” the voice repeated. “Stop messing around,” Daniel snapped. “How do you know my name?” The scratching grew louder. Then the whisper returned. “…I’m almost there.” The call ended. Daniel sat frozen on his bed. The apartment felt different now. Too quiet. Too empty. He swung his legs onto the floor and checked the front door. Locked. Windows. Locked. Everything normal. “See?” he said aloud, trying to calm himself. “Just some idiot with a voice changer.” But his stomach twisted with doubt. The voice. He had heard it before. At 3:05 a.m., the phone rang again. Daniel didn’t want to answer. But something worse than curiosity pushed him. Fear. “What do you want?” he asked. The whisper came instantly. “…look outside.” Daniel’s throat tightened. “I’m not playing your game.” “…look outside.” Against his better judgment, he walked toward the living room window. His apartment was on the fourth floor. The street below was empty, lit only by flickering streetlights. Nothing moved. “No one’s there,” Daniel said. A pause. Then the voice said softly: “…I know.” The phone clicked dead. Daniel turned away from the window. And froze. Something was wrong. The apartment suddenly felt colder. He looked down at his phone again. Another notification appeared. Missed Call – 3:12 a.m. Same number. But Daniel hadn’t heard the phone ring. Confused, he opened the call log. The new call showed something strange. Duration: 00:47 “Wait… I didn’t answer that,” he whispered. His heart started pounding. Slowly, he raised the phone to his ear. And pressed play on the recorded voicemail. At first there was nothing. Just static. Then came a sound that made his blood run cold. Footsteps. Inside his apartment. Slow. Careful. Walking across the wooden floor. Daniel spun around, panic rising in his chest. The voicemail continued. Another sound. A door creaking open. His bedroom door. On the recording, his own sleeping voice could be heard faintly breathing. Then the whisper spoke again. Right beside the microphone. “…almost there.” Daniel dropped the phone. “No,” he breathed. That recording… it had been made inside his home. But that was impossible. He had been awake. He had answered the call. Hadn’t he? The phone rang again. Right at his feet. Daniel stared at the screen. Unknown Caller – 000-000-0000 His hands trembled. He answered slowly. “…hello?” The voice sounded different now. Closer. Clearer. Right behind him. “Turn around.” Daniel’s blood turned to ice. The phone slipped from his hand as a second voice whispered into his ear from the darkness of the room. The exact same voice from the phone. His voice. “I told you,” it said softly. “You shouldn’t have answered.” The line went dead. And Daniel finally understood something far too late. The number calling him didn’t belong to anyone else. It belonged to him. Or rather— to something that had been trying to reach him from the other side of the night. And now that he had answered… It no longer needed the phone.
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