I remember now why I tend to watch shows after they are completed. Now I have to wait each week for a new episode along with everyone else in the world. ::sigh::
After the birth of my second son, anything apocolyptic or scary in any way was not an option. My hormones and brain chemistry were in no shape to deal with death or anything remotely upsetting. Now, I have the good people at Pfizer to thank for a little drug called Zoloft. ::thumbs up!::
Is it wrong that I laugh when a growling zombie latches on to an unsuspecting human, eating and slirping at the marrow? The grossness and brutality level of this show is way up there. I love it!
This show reminds me of LOST, a lot. I have a feeling there will be so much more to this "disease" than we could ever imagine.
I haven't completely caught up yet but will soon (today...). Once I finish I will post again, I'll try not to add any spoilers unless noted for those who haven't stumbled into the zombie apocolypse yet.
