How The Walking Dead confirmed my worst nightmare
Ok, so, my regular readers (all three of you) know that I pride myself (endlessly) on my Horrordentials. I love “le freak” – the gorier, the better.
But this past week, a brand new series about the shambling hordes — The Walking Dead – actually really and truly freaked me out.
And, yes, I am going to tell you why …..
After the premiere of the show last week I jumped on to AMC’s official site to snoop around and decided – for a hoot – to take The Walking Dead Survival Test to see what character I would be in a survive-the-apocalypse situation. We all know who I think I would be, but I wanted to see if I was right.
I thought about my answers (as much as you can in the 30 seconds they give you).
I answered honestly (as honestly as I could knowing the “real” me).
I came up as:
Glenn, the plucky sidekick.
(Who is, of course, also smart, brave, loyal, forever funny – my additions)
Little did I know at the time, because I have not (gasp) read the graphic novels that inspired the series, that just one week later Glen would face my worst nightmare. Seriously ….