Well, if you didn't have thick, hot tears streaming down your swollen cheeks by the end of Sunday night's episode of The Walking Dead, check your pulse, because you might be a heartless zombie yourself! Or you might just be too tough and cool to cry, like me.
OK, I will admit, I started to get a little emotional when Lori gave that soliloquy right at the end, or when Carl had to do what needed to be done, or when Rick figured out what happened, but that was just allergies, or something got in my eye. Or someone was cutting onions nearby.
Sunday night's episode proved once again that season three is a lot different from the plodding, directionless episodes of season two, when the group basically just sat on a farm telling stories about flowers and pulling fat redneck zombies out of wells.
There were once again major plot developments and questions answered, so if you haven't seen the episode yet and don't want to know about T-Dog dying, Lori's baby being birthed via C-section (turns out it wasn't a zombie), Lori dying during the operation, or Carl shooting his own mother in the head to prevent her from turning into a zombie, stop reading ... now.
Unlike the last two episodes, which took place exclusively in the prison, or Woodberry, this episode bounced back and forth between the two locales, which I'm guessing will be the format for the next few episodes, eventually building up to the two worlds colliding in a bloody mess.
While most of what went down in Woodberry was fairly inconsequential (Governor hitting golf balls, Governor having discourse with Michonne, Merle and Andrea), the prison was a hotbed of action and plot development.