If the filmmakers’ goal was to create the most somber zombie movie ever, they succeeded. The Walking Dead is like Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory compared to this. When I wasn’t weeping uncontrollably, I could tell Schwarzenegger was doing really stellar work, though.

Here’s a poem.



Blood of my own blood
Flesh carved from my own body
Anything for her


Blood of my own blood
Sanguine sickness spreads to both
Every drop is shared


Blood of my own blood
Severed like a rotten limb
I am incomplete


Blood of my own blood
Helpless as I’m left behind
Undead without you