There was a while when I decided I shouldn't watch it anymore because it gave me nightmares.
I know what you're thinking. "Allie, why didn't you try to run or fight or something. Are you a wussy?"
The answer is: YES, I'm a complete wussy. Also, in my dreams I can't scream or move very fast.
And the very air becomes pudding if you try to fight. Sometimes I'm like, "I'ma punch you, you friggin' zombie! This is a dream, can't I do what I want?"
But if you try that, the zombies just eat you. They eat you, and then you wake up shaking and a-frighted.
So I decided I wasn't going to watch it anymore. Even though, deep inside my heart, I wanted nothing more than to see zombies take over the world.
Life was great. At first.
But then, about a week later, the zombies were back with a vengeance.
And I had a moment of brilliance.
And now, for some reason, whenever I have zombie nightmares, I'm a butt-kicking earthbender.
(if you don't know what that is, we can't be friends.)
And now I watch all The Walking Dead I want.