There’s a scene in it in which a zombie fights a shark, underwater – if you were on the fence about whether to rent. 1979’s Zombi 2, a film intended to be a sequel of sorts to Romero’s Dawn Of The Dead and released a year prior in Italy as Zombi – is perhaps the greatest movie in the genre I’ve ever seen. Romero’s Night Of The Living Dead series, graduating in due course to the films of Lucio Fulci. I’d been reading Robert Kirkman’s comic of the same name since its launch issue in 2003, while as a horror movie lifer, I’d grown up in awe of George A. When the series debuted in 2010, I was already struggling to kick a serious habit. READ MORE: ‘It Takes Two’ first impressions: an essential quarantine co-op experience.Seeing The Walking Dead to the finishing line – the main show is due to wrap up in 2022 at the end of an 11th season – feels like something I just need to do.

To paraphrase The Godfathers’ Michael Corleone, “just when I think I’m out… their maggoty fingers pull me back in”. Rarely has episodic TV fluctuated between brilliant and banal so frequently, and there have been times during the show’s run where I’ve walked away with every intention never to return. Truth be told, my relationship with AMC’s long running episodic apocodrama is a complicated, even unhealthy one. There was a moment earlier last week – sat on my sofa, tuning into the recommencement of Season 10 of The Walking Dead – where I remembered, with some embarrassment – just how out of control my obsession with zombies threatened to get for a while.

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