Undead with me on the straight and narrow Aug21

Undead with me on the straight and narrow...

Zombies are terrifying for three reasons: they’re deceptive, they bite, and they never give up. That’s what gets me about the undead. Plus, they could pop up at any moment. They’ve exceeded us on the food chain; now we know what it’s like to be the gazelle chased down by the lion. And we don’t get a chance to catch our breath or a time-out to plan our next move. Since I was a teenager, my fascination with zombies was knotted together with my fear, but then one day I decided to try some exposure therapy to set myself free. I was tired of pulling back the shower curtain to make sure I wouldn’t get attacked every time I went to the bathroom. So, I dove head-first into the rotting mess of zombie horror flicks to become a new man. One summer afternoon, I watched Dawn of the Dead and 28 Days Later back-to-back. I had to pause the movie more than a few times and remind myself that I was at home, in my PJs and safe from the horde, but it didn’t stop me from clutching a nerf-gun for protection. The therapy worked. My chains fell off and my fears, though not totally purged, sank to a manageable level. I saw a whole new realm of entertainment opening up to me, including The Walking Dead. A gory zombie-horror series teaches me, not detachment, but empathy and sympathy. Now that I’ve seen it, I can’t get enough of The Walking Dead. In the show, there is human drama set against a dying world. Every contingency of life is written into the characters’ experience of their new reality: surviving together. Rick and his group starve, love, trust, fight, kill, forgive, and suffer. They also commit...