I still remember teaching Clementine to shoot in the original season of Telltale’s The Walking Dead. It was, what, six years ago now? “You need to know how to protect yourself,” I said, and handed a gun to a eight-year-old, praying she wouldn’t need to use it—but knowing, deep down, that she would. Few moments have stuck with me like that one.
Now, as The Walking Dead’s titular “Final Season” unfolds ($20 on Humble), we see how those decisions echo into the future. When the child who never had a proper childhood passes on her warped worldview to the next generation, what happens? The answer is predictably depressing.
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