In the first few pages of "Fear the Hunters," the survivors take pleasure in one of life's little things: the discovery of a couple of old mattresses. The momentary happiness doesn't last long as later that night, one character snaps. Dealing with zombies has been easy, since they can be killed without remorse. But what do you do when the threat comes from within? Especially when the perpetrator is not evil but has simply crumbled under the strain of the apocalypse.
We meet a new group of survivors, and while their actions are despicable (albeit somewhat understandable), I wish Kirkman had not portrayed them in such an over the top manner. In several scenes, they are leering and seem gleeful over their actions. It seemed less than believable, and Kirkman could have more effectively depicted these scenes with a sense of remorseful acceptance.