Random musings on the show, my undying (undead?) love of Daryl and why Carol is my spirit animal.
By Amanda Festa
I joined the ranks of The Walking Dead fans late to the game. I was too busy with vampires and werewolves; did I really have time for zombies too? The answer should have always been a resounding yes. Forgo sleep and responsibilities and watch three seasons back to back, pausing only to work, sleep, eat and minimally socialize. (An outing with me during this month-long process found me bleary eyed, diffusing questions about my work week with follow-up commentary on Michonne’s jawless entourage.) Continue reading