I must admit, I was a little reluctant to the idea of allowing myself to become emotionally invested in a riveting, post-apocalyptic drama based on the brain-eating undead. When I first heard about The Walking Dead, my initial thoughts were, “boring.” “Come on, really, another show about zombies taking over the world?” But one of my closest friends, who also happens to be a fierce cinematic critic, relentlessly suggested the show. So I started to watch the first season. I fell in love almost immediately.
The opening scene is soaked in mystery as Deputy Sheriff Rick Grimes (Andrew Lincoln) awakes from a coma. Grimes eventually finds his wife Lori (Sarah Wayne Callies) and son Carl (Chandler Riggs) who are both, along with Rick’s partner Shane (Jon Bernthal), camping out in the forests of north Georgia. Along the way, Rick picks up a few friends, Andrea (Laurie Holden), Daryl (Norman Reedus), Glenn (Steven Yeun), and T-Dogg (Robert Singleton).
I found the show to overwhelmingly support the importance of fighting for life, whether in a zombie-filled room or in the womb. The Walking Dead is chock-full of drama, action and suspense. It’s a fairly original storyline. And there’s plenty of blood and guts.