Season 3 kicked off Sunday for the Walking Dead. For the seven people that don’t know, it’s a show where a virus turns people into flesh eating zombies and the 5-10% of survivors run around in a post-apocalyptic hell…like Detroit, but with less crime and slightly more walking dead.
I love the show, but they really screw some things up. First off, apparently in the future, no one has ever heard of a WALL. More zombies spill into their living areas than I can count. BUILD A FREAKING WALL. Second, spears anyone? Given the choice of a foot long hammer or a modified spear, I’ll take the weapon that puts me a body length away from a corpse trying to devour my flesh. Finally, the undead sneak up on this group about every 17 minutes. Do shuffling, groaning groups of zombies really move that quietly, especially when they’re rolling 27 deep? Come on, people.
That feels better. Now I can enjoy the show again. Well, almost. Can some walker please finish off Carl? Please? That kid is going to be 22 years old if this keeps going and he puts the group in more danger than tossing a bucket of chum on top of sea divers. Back to the show.