I’ve watched so many people die for a show they’re making

I saw the finale of “The Walking Dead” recently, and the reaction to it was so much more intense than I expected. It’s not the kind of thing I usually experience when I watch shows. It felt like my entire life was on the line as a single person, trying desperately to keep their last moments alive. I saw people’s eyes move in pain and fear and joy. I saw their fear turn into sheer, unadulterated rage, as they lost so much more than just that one moment. I saw them get up from the ground, dust and dirt covering their faces as they finally realized, finally, that there was no escaping this one. I’ve seen people sob in the street. I’ve seen them cry in their cars. I’ve seen them give up and try to get some semblance of purpose to their lives. I’ve seen them be comforted by other people’s pain, while others watched them get crushed beneath the weight of their own humanity. I’ve seen people fall from the sky. I have seen people fall from the sky. I have seen people disappear and never be seen again. I’ve seen people get sick and die and come back to the same spot they were in minutes ago. I’ve watched people die on purpose. I’ve watched people die on a regular basis. It was beautiful, but I felt like it was so much more than that. Like it was a world I could escape and live a normal life. A place where I could live a normal life without consequence. It was such a beautiful, beautiful world, one where I could live a normal life without consequence. A place where I could live a normal life without consequence. It was such a beautiful world. Where I could live a normal life without consequence. But then, the world was collapsing. I saw the people of my world falling from the sky, from the burning streets, from the explosions. I saw the buildings collapsing in on themselves, the people getting sick and dying. I saw the people who were already dead turn into pieces. The people who were already dead turn into pieces. The people who were already dead turn into pieces. The people who were already dead turn into pieces. I saw them being consumed by the flames, and it was so horrific. All I wanted to do was to protect people from the burning. To make sure no other person got the same fate. To make sure no other person was left alive.