As Sophia entered the car, and started driving - Marshall just sat back, feeling the heated seats and looking out the window. [i]You could have shot me back there you know that right?[/i] "I had to take that shot - he was going for your neck, could've choked you, or grabbed you from the back of it. I had no choice, and I wasn't gonna let him go with you." Marshall says, trying to justify himself. "If I thought I couldn't hit him... I wouldn't have taken the shot. It was an in-the-moment kinda' thing. Like, looking back on it I could think maybe I shouldn't or maybe I shoulda', but when you're actually there, at that time, having to make that decision? You just kinda' go with it. I'm sorry if I scared you." He says in an apologetic tone.

Driving down the road, Marshall looked out the window. They'd been driving for a little bit - looking outside, he sees one Walker, just walking on it's own. No others around him, just one Walker, walking alone. [i]He looks... Lonely. It's really sad when you think about it - the Walkers.[/i] He thinks to himself. Marshall sees a resemblance to that Walker. The Walker is alone, not belonging anywhere. It resembles Marshall's feelings. Thinking about it - about the similarities - Marshall can't let it just suffer like that. "You've gotta stop the car..." Marshall says. "I'm not gonna make you stop everytime you see a Walker but... I need to kill that one. It won't happen again. I promise, just give me a sec." He states, as Sophia stops the car and he exits. 

Walking across the grass to the Walker, Marshall begins to wonder. [i]This Walker is basically... The Walker version of me. I feel a bit alone - and he's walking by himself, we're both wandering aimlessly.[/i] He walks up to the Walker, as it has noticed his presence and begins stumbling towards him. Marshall kicked it's leg backwards - breaking it, and it falls to the ground, reaching up at him - moaning in that way the Walkers moan.

"You were a person once. It shouldn't be like this." He states, talking to the Walker. It groans, reaches, biting at the air. "I'm sorry this happened to you." He said, as he takes out his Smith & Wesson, forcing the end of the barrel to touch the head of the Walker. One head shot put it out. Walking back to the car, he sees that Sophia has noticed the few minutes Marshall spent kneeled down next to it, though from that distance she couldn't hear him. "I know that seemed odd. I won't make you stop again, sorry." Marshall sits back, putting the gun in its holster, as they began to drive again.