I’ve been tearing through Walking Dead season four this week in an attempt to play catch-up and I started noticing a pattern. Somebody is out in the wild and they hear a noise or think they see something and they lock-up and stare intently in one direction while a zombie comes from, guess where? That’s right, another direction.

I’m not saying I’d survive the zombie apocalypse, but if I was in the woods with a bunch of rotting shamblers my head would be spinning around like an owl ripped out of its mind on cocaine.