Episode 9.8: Venom

Venom is the eight episode of the ninth season of the Walking Dead Survival.
==Synopsis==
Poison comes in many forms and, not all of it deadly but, no less dangerous to the group.
==Episode==
We open to a bird's eye view of a desert road with the sun shinning high up ahead. We follow a buzzard has it flies along before spying something of interest. It swoops down, landing in front of a prone leg. We hear the sound of wet muching and a snarl has a hand tries to swipe at the bird. It misses clumsily and the bid hovers off to land on a car to watch the walker feeding on its victim.
James: Looks Fresh.
We see him and Slade looking through some binoculars on a a hill at the sight. From their view we can see what was was once a pair of survivors traveling on foot. From this distance though it is impossible to tell if one simply turned and attacked the other or, something more sinister occurred.
Slade: Poor buggers, they weren't that far from the city. 
James: Certainly doesn't seem right or a pleasant way to go, getting munched on by a comrade in a arms.
Slade: Yeh, dude must have turned quicker than his friend though... I mean you would think most folk would be ready to do the "right" thing when the time came. 
James nods quietly.
James: Come on, we best take a closer look just to be safe.
Slade: Patrol even on the way back seems a bit much doesn't it.
James: Hey its what we get for keeping an eye on Moe all night.
Both sigh and we switch over to the viechles; the convoy has stopped while they wait for the various scouting parties to come back with reports. Even if its the way home after what has a occurred these past few months they are taking no chances.
Henderson v.o: I thought you said you could read this stuff.
We see him looking over Adam's shoulder who is looking in a salvaged notepad.
Adam: Computer code, give me a computer diagnostic and I can tell what its search history was from a ten years ago but this...
He throws down the book and we see its written in some kind of Russian Code.
Adam: I don't do Cyrillic. 
Henderson: Shit... well it was worth a shot.
He looks over to the van where the prisoner is being kept. Tamera is watching the door with another guard like a hawk while Karina is sitting chatting with a nurse.
Adam: Hey, I don't blame you.... the guy still aint talking?
Henderson: Not in any language I can understand... he could be giving me name and rank or cursing me out for all I know.
Adam: And the prisoner he had with him?
Karina: Medic says she's better but she aint talking either... we almost blew our moprhine supplies keeping her calm.
They turn to see Karina approaching.
Henderson: What about her wounds?
Karina: Well I think it was lucky they were superficial for the most part....
All eyes track Moe who is on the edge of the camp watching the prisoner's cell like a dog a fox hole.
Adam: Yeh there is a lot of that going around.
An awkward silence follows; Just because Moe has started on the right path does not mean he is out of the woods yet. Karina looks up at the approach of the scouts.
Karina: Finally, perhaps we can get home in time for lunch.
Henderson: Missing lover boi are we?
Karina: More like he'll be missing me.
Adam: Still surprises me you two make it work despite the complications.
Karina: Hey what can I say sometimes three isn't a crowd.
The friends chuckle and smile has James and Slade approach.
Slade: Good news folks the roads are good and clear.
There are more smiles and we switch over to the road again with Moe in the back seat with Adam who is looking out the window while the others talk in the front seat. Moe watches the scenery go by with a restless energy of a board child. He looks down and around for something to do and notices Adam's pack patially opem,
Moe: Adam what are these?
Adam: Huh... oh those, Henderson had me trying to translate the scribbles in that soldier's journal.
Moe is looking at them like a map to buried treasure, Adam has not noticed and continues talking.
Adam: Honestly like I told the guy if its computer code I can work it out but not that Russian stuff, we should leave it to the translation guys in the city to.. Moe?
The man is absorbed in the pages with a look of surprise and a small chuckle escapes his lips.
Adam: Moe... can you read Russian?
The other turn slightly; Slade look through the car mirror.
Slade: What, what's on your mind? 
The Look on Moe's face is not one of obsession that has dogged him for so long; no this is something else. Like a piece sliding into place.
Moe: Where is the journal?
Adam: With Henderson and its going to the higher ups when they get a translation why?
Moe: Well I think i can help with that,
Slade: Moe?
Moe: I cant be sure but, the order of the number and some of these letters they look like co-rdinates.
James: To what?
Moe: A lead.
We fade to black
End