Confession time. I’m a zombie nerd. Yes, I do enjoy the endlessly entertaining exploits of the undead. I enjoy movies about them, and TV shows about them. And I even dropped in once at a zombie car wash because that was my idea of Saturday-afternoon thrills.
So, naturally, I’m a huge fan of the show The Walking Dead. (Not that you asked, but it’s Norman Reedus all the way. It’s a bad boy thing.) If you’re a viewer too, you know that a strongly recurring theme in this show is kindness. What? Some might say. How can blood, gore and splatty brains have anything to do with good deeds?
And yet it does. Over and over again in these episodes, the main characters go out of their way to help each other. They consider each other family, beloved individuals worth sacrificing their lives for. And yet they will even lend a hand to a stranger – yes, even at the risk of losing a hand (i.e. to a bitey person).
This may be one of the reasons why I’m drawn to this show. Besides the special effects, that is. I guess it’s comforting to know that, even in a zombie apocalypse, we humans will always look out for each other.