Prophecies are revealed and come to pass. The gods play their games in ancient crystal caves. Unknown and extinct beings join the struggle. New and old friends gather in forgotten realms to fight the darkness rising over our earth. The sun grows weaker day by day preparing for the end of times. A giant wolf regrets the role he has to play. Blood flows into the starving earth. The dead rise to slay those in their way.
Will Raphael and his warriors be able to fight the massacre of all beings? Will they stop the devouring of our earth? Can the hidden realms and our world stand together? Do they want to? Will they?
That is all it took. The next two weekends were 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 other seasons to start. The anticipation, the little teasers on the social media sites, made that opening tune heart racing and nail-biting pleasure. It’s the same, waiting for the new eighth 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 human’s 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 pants 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.