The first thing he noticed was how they came at him. With such rage. An unbridled hatred, unrelenting and total. With gnashing teeth and flailing limbs, this ravenous wall of humanity chased him to an empty room. A vacant office. This is where he would make his stand. But before he could even arm himself, he felt it; the warm blood oozing down his back. A bite mark. He had to laugh. In moments, he would be one of them. Join the ranks of the frenzied masses. Suddenly overcome with fatigue, he goes to lie down on the floor. Before he can even make it there, his mind goes blank. Arms twitching, he screams.

Our newest season, Styles of Horror, celebrates the very best of this oft-overlooked genre. And to kick things off, we discuss Train to Busan, a 2016 Korean zombie film known as much for its social commentary as its slick visuals an ...