After hearing people go on an on about Walking Dead, I thought maybe I’d give the show a try. A friend played the first couple episodes for me and it was interesting enough, so I decided to keep watching on my own.
Here’s the thing about me and scary movies/shows… I CAN’T TAKE THEM. They freak me out. Big time. I watch half the episodes on mute with subtitles. And I can’t shut off the images when I go to bed. I even got creeped out searching for a photo for this post, so I chose this happy zombie photo to remind me they are just actors.
My husband refuses to watch it with me, but I begged him to at least sit on the couch with me while I watched it and he studied.
I’ve only watched up to the first episode of the second season but the show has really given us some interesting things to discuss.
She says: “Wouldn’t it be really sad if our daughter turned into a zombie?”
He says: “Uh, yes…”
She says: “That would be so sad. I would be devastated!”
She says: “Would you rather have a normal apocalypse with natural disasters and stuff or a zombie apocalypse?”
He says: “I don’t know. Probably a zombie apocalypse so that I can at least blow up some zombies before I die.”
She says: “Not me, I don’t want to get eaten alive. I’d much rather die in an earthquake or something.”
She says: “Would you shoot me in the head if I turned into a zombie?”
He says: “No. I’d probably shoot you in the body or somewhere, but not in the head.”
She says: “NO! You HAVE to, or else I wouldn’t die. A zombie needs to be brain trauma.”
He officially thinks I’ve lost my mind.
What say you?