The walking undead, especially the more recent versions that can run and climb things, can be pretty terrifying. The idea that these monsters have risen from the grave – defied something that is supposed to be universally law – is unsettling, at the very least.  

I wonder how often our own insecurities and fears come back, even when we think we’ve put them to rest. 

Perhaps the trick isn’t a double-tap to the head, but realizing that the faster we acknowledge that our fear is a part of who we are, and that it is never going to fully die, the faster we can begin to work and past that fear.