I didn’t know I needed a Glenn Close zombie movie, but I did. I want to hang out with her and discuss books and movies and philosophy, can someone make that happen for this shutin, please?
Feral kids facedown:
Melanie: “Let me handle it, Sergeant.”
Me at the screen: “Tell ‘em all about the periodic table, Melanie, that’ll fix ‘em!”
I was feeling sassy on my pain medication, what can I say.
The implications of the ending, even though it is different than the novel, are extremely disturbing.