I've watched The Walking Dead since it debuted, because a) I have been an unabashed zombie fan since the first time I snuck out of my bedroom to watch Dawn of the Dead on cable while my parents slept, and b) I am a glutton for punishment.
AMC's most famous show not about chain smoking advertising execs gets slagged for many things: Lori, long stretches where not much happens, Carl, any member of the Grimes family not named Rick or Little Ass Kicker, really. But one thing you haven't been able to complain about this season is the lack of zombie action. Last Sunday, Noah -- who'd recently joined the group after leaving Atlanta -- suffered arguably the most horrifying death we've seen on the show to date. Trapped in a revolving door with Glenn, he's dragged to his doom by walkers when Nicholas panics and forces the door open.
Noah's death can also be seen as another example of one the most persistent criticisms of the show, i.e. its habit of killing off black characters (or, at least, the weird racial equilibrium that the survivors' group maintains: introduce Gabriel, kill Bob, introduce Noah, kill Tyreese). Hell, even the horse that died this season was black.
Whatever. All I want to do is talk about other revolving door scenes.