I hate horror.
I hate horror movies. I can’t stand the trailers for new ones. Horror music? Knock it the fuck off.
I hate scary TV shows. Don’t want anything to do with them.
I can’t stand haunted houses and the few times I let myself be talked into going into one, I’d either bail after a few steps in and walk back out the front door or I’d grab the shirt of the person in front of me, close my eyes, press my face into their back and let them lead me. Fuck haunted houses.
Zombies? No. One of the worst horror creations because they eat you alive and it could be someone you know. The smell… I can’t even. It might be a brand new zombie or one that’s been wandering around for who knows how long. Fuck everything about that.
I love The Walking Dead.
My husband had read the comics and when he heard AMC was creating the show, he was wicked excited. Me? Nope. More than nope. More like “Why? Why would anyone DO that?”
He’d be watching in the other room while I was on the computer trying really hard not to listen to any sounds.
But then it got interesting. The characters seemed cool and every single scene wasn’t a zombie biting off someone’s face. I started wandering into the room, standing in the doorway, watching for a few minutes. By episode four, I was very curious, but still not convinced. Then season two started, Sophia disappeared, and I was in.
I didn’t want to read the comic because I liked being surprised and getting to know the characters through the show. I knew the show had gone in a very different direction with the characters and the story, but I didn’t care. I liked these people and didn’t want to know what could happen next. My husband would point out from time to time if the book had a plot line that was more violent than what they did on the show and also that they changed the characters a lot and he liked what they did.
I got so into the show that I would watch in real time, complete with commercials because I didn’t want to wait for the DVR. When season two ended, I was tempted to read the comic, but still didn’t want to. Then season three ended and I waited a few months and here we are.
People might hate me for this, but I do not care: I like the show more than the comic.
Read more of my thoughts over on my blog.
Spoilers. Spoilers from the show. Spoilers from the comic.
I’m not even going to try to make this anything but a huge pile of spoilers.