I must admit I never liked zombies or any
movie, book or series about them. Friends
and family tried to convince me for two years to watch the Walking Dead. Nope. I don't like zombies. Way, way to far fetched. Really. The dead walking and feeding, really? I prefer the flying dragons and singing fae
myself. They tried to lure me with the
cute guy that you would like bait, (now that
would be Daryl Dixon,) but no I did not fall for even that. Then the fickle gods of fandom tricked me
once, into watching. Totally by accident.
That is all it took. The next two weekends was spent catching up
on three seasons of the Walking Dead, till three, four in the morning. I was hooked.
Totally.
And of course Daryl Dixon was my hero; (they were right), I could not wait to catch
just a glimpse of the rugged dirty hillbilly.
Much to my initial shock and later joy I found hundreds of pages on all
the social media forums, where fans can chat to each other about their
addiction. I loved it. Then came the
long, long wait for the fourth season to start.
The anticipation, the little teasers on the social media sites, made
that opening tune heart racing and nail biting pleasure. It was the same, waiting for the now fifth
season after an awful cliffhanger, and in we go without further ado. Blood. Bodies and Bacon - fried.
The strangest thing is how you become
totally accustomed to things. I used to
squirm from horror movies, too much blood.
Now you have dinner watching a zombie or Walker as per the Walking Dead,
tearing an unfortunate humans neck to pieces.
The blood splattering is cool. Then the fifth season starts and you have
humans eating humans and the stomach turns. Strange how the one became acceptable but the
other not. Discussing their choice of
food with the poor man whose leg they were eating, was just a little too much
to take. For now.
So I want to thank the writers of the
comics' as well as the series and all who take part in this awesome
project. You have made blood splattering
all over, cool. You have taken me from
the shiny fae and beautiful fantasy lover to a hardcore, blood loving zombie
fan.
I used to be a scary pant who would
properly have died on the first day. I do believe I could possibly survive the zombie
apocalypse now. I won' t faint with the blood and flesh flying. I now scope each building I walk in - what can
I use, where can you hide, what can you loot?
My weapon of choice the bow and arrow of course (not because that is Daryl
choice,) No, because you don't have to
get too close to kill. Almost perfect.
Daryl fighting by my side. Now that would be perfect.
Author: M.G. Schoombee
#WalkingDead #DarylDixon #bigbaldhead
@normanreedus
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