On my Netflix, I'm watching the second episode of the TV series The Walking Dead.
So far, I'd give it two Beretta 9mm (with full clips), two shotguns, and a hand grenade. In zombie warrior rating terms, that is the equivalent of 5 stars.
I am a mass of contradictions when it comes to horror in any medium. I don't particularly care for the books (Not even Stephen King. Sorry, Kate), because I find the contents of an average daily newspaper much weirder and scarier than any work of horror fiction. Since I'm blessed with an overactive imagination and a twitchy trigger finger, in the interest of public safety I don't watch horror movies -- no slashers, no gorefests, and no monsters.
Except for zombies.
I'd analyze the crap out of that, but I don't have the extensive time necessary to excavate all the dark places in my psyche properly. I got other sh*t to do. 'Nuff to say, that when it comes to the undead, living dead, jiang shi, walkers, geeks, ghouls, the old-stump-and-drags-dressed-in-blood-and-rags, I find the subject of the zombie apocalypse fascinating.
This series is well-done and not without its humorous moments, which are of a distinctively gallows variety.
***SPOILER ALERT***
Our small gang of the living and breathing have figured out a way to slip through enemy zombie lines and get out of the city (Atlanta) where they have become trapped by the hordes of flesh-eating undead shuffling about in the streets. With much gagging and puking, they hack up a dead (headshot) zombie with a fire axe and rub zombie goo and guts all over their trenchcoats to disguise their "living" smell. Then two of our smaller brained, stainless steel nutted heroes open the door and shuffle out among the dead and attempt to blend their way past them to a getaway vehicle.
The vehicle is in sight, a mere hundred yards away just beyond a chainlink fence. "It's working. We're going to make it," one of them mumbles. The other one grins in agreement.
Then it starts to rain.
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I prefer my zombies old-school, slow and stupid, not fast and able to use rocks as tools or scale a chain link fence.
The Walking Dead is awesome! And you will come to love Stephen King eventually... since I'm gonna pull a "Misery" on you, which basically entails tying you to a bed and reading King books aloud to you. And yes, I will go all crazy Annie Wilkes on you and hobble you if you try to escape. I won't make you write me a book though... but you'll have to continue to write blogs so that people won't know you're being held hostage.
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