The stranger.
All the other antagonists were simply trying to survive in their own way. The stranger, though... he made things personal. Bandits stole from the group, the St. Johns killed a member, and walkers are walkers. None of them did it because they had something against us. It was just their way of dealing with the situation. If we left, they didn't pursue.
No. The stranger was the last thing the zombie apocalypse needed. He couldn't keep an eye on his son while they were hunting (why let an untrained boy out of your sights when the dead won't hesitate to eat him?). He didn't consider the possibility of other survivors being desperate enough to steal his stuff if left unguarded. He cannot cope with loss (keeping his wife's zombie head in a bowling bag). He cannot accept that life sometimes throws choices at people with no right answer, only answers that are easier to live with the aftermath.
Worst of all, he is a massive hipocrite. He holds Lee accountable for putting Clementine in danger and exposing her to horrors of the new world, when he did exactly that as well. Manipulating a nine-year old child, locking her in a small room, bringing her to an area surrounded by walkers to be used as live bait? That's lower than a legless sewer zombie.
I don't know if the stranger really knows how to be a good father. It takes a lot more than knowing a child's birthday to claim that. Even if he is, so what? Clementine needs more than a father figure. She needs someone who can teach her to fend for herself in this harsh new reality she's in. I know for a fact that Lee never lost Clem during any of their survival lessons. Guess that means Lee wins that round as well.
So yeah... I hate the stranger. So happy to watch him get knifed by a child he underestimates, choked to death and left to be a walker in a small room until his brain deteriorates into pudding.
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