The apocalypse begins not with a bang, but with a wheeze. We meet Columbus, a man governed by anxiety and a list of rules for survival, his world shrunk to the size of an empty parking lot. These rules, flashing on screen like a grim tutorial, are his armor. Soon, he’s joined by Tallahassee, a swaggering zombie-killer fueled by a grief he hides behind a quest for a Twinkie. And then there’s Wic...
