I really should not watch zombie movies anymore. I had never really found them all that frightening. That is until I was driving under a fairly long tunnel on my way to Bellevue and had a flashback to the tunnel scene in 28 Days Later (not to be confused with the movie 28 Days). I even turned down a job once because of all of the zombie movies I watched on rainy October nights. The job was night security officer at a biomedical lab in Southlake. I did not want to be the one to discover, in the dead of night, that the cure for malaria that this lab discovered was actually an infection leading to the zombie apocalypse. Despite the fact that I know better, I began watching the first season of The Walking Dead.