Everyone was still going. Some were talking, others kept to themselves. A few were wondering what happened to 18 and if they were still out there. The musketeers were walking along. 35 was a little out of it. 38 and 44 were in the middle of a conversation. 40 looked ahead to see Walker 8 wandering slowly towards the edge of the road. 40 subtly picked up speed. As they got closer, they could hear 8 muttering something to themselves.

40: "Uh..."

They got behind 8. The other musketeers looked at 40 in confusion. 40 listened to 8 talking.

8: "Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?"

40 was confused. What did 8 mean? They looked and saw them really close to the edge of the road and one of the vehicles.

40: "Yo, 8?"

8 raised their head and stopped speaking. They turned slightly to see 40. 40 could see how broken they were, the pain in their eyes. 40 tried to smile for them.

40: "Splash your face with some water. Wake up, bud. Keep going."

8 stared at 40, and then emptied their canteen onto their head. They shook their head, seemingly breaking out of whatever trance they were in. 8 got another canteen and kept walking.

Results:

None. Everyone is still walking.