My heart... it hurts...
I've always been obsessed with zombies way before the genre caught on to the masses. I grew up looking at neighborhoods and houses with merit of being zombie-proof. I've gauged the people in my life as capable of survival and adaptation -- as a the daughter of a cop, and a bit of a tomboy, I've been living in zombie nightmares and wonderlands for as long as I can remember. without wandering into irrelevant details of my real life, I can say this has been a refuge I've needed. with every relationship I've developed with every character; regardless of whether I love or hate them... I carry them with me to survive my days and nights as I live parallel to their lives... I must sound wacky, I assure you I'm not. I needed the escape I've found in the "Dead" series. I've read through the series like a horde driven and I am thankful for that "heat" that I consume from their pages. So, thank you. I stay well-Fed and if you truly read every review as you say, I hope you come upon the entry of this nobody-in-particular and know that in spite of the apocalypse found within these pages, you have given a person a reason to keep pushing; keep stepping, no matter how hard this (my) world is... I fight.