I'm re-watching The Walking Dead on Netflix. I made a vow to quit it once the 'directional shift' rears its head; changing TWD from a cluster of people like you and me, ragged hungry and scared into a good guy/bad guy bad-ass total war show. Nearly bald-headed Carol (Melissa McBride) curled up weeping in the RV, hoping to see Sophie her daughter again vs. Bad-ass Carol with a hoodie poncho and knife-sheath and long range rifle striding down the street looking for The Governor.
The first half, pre-Sophie walking out of the barn, having turned into a walker weeks ago, was more relatable (and actually scarier, harder to watch). It made me think what would I do in the same situation, at the time I had a daughter about Sophie's age.
That's the charm of 'Toddler-pocalypse,' an anthology of 15 contributors who follow the theme of 'End of the World as We Know It' with children in six different stories:
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