Episode 7.2: Victory Tastes of Ashes

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Victory tastes of Ashes is the second episode of the seventh season of The Walking Dead the Survival.
==Synopsis==
While some celebrate the recent victories, others morn and some learn some things that spell danger for all. 
==Episode==
We open in someone's vision as they come to in a room; vision is blurry and from their head tilts and movements they are fairly weak.
Moe: Your awake.
A blob comes into their line of sight, holding something causing the person to back away fearfully.
Moe: Easy, Penelope, your safe.
The woman blinks and Moe comes into focus holding a damp cloth. The room is a makeshift med room in the sports stadium. There is muffled sound in the background that sounds like music.
Penelope: Moe? Is it really you?
We pull back and see Penelope in a cot, she is wrapped in blankets and looks a bit stronger than before. Coming to herself she notes the IV drip and starts to panic, trying to pull it out only to wince weakly in pain.
Moe: Easy, its just fluids and antibiotics, you were shot.
Penelope: Shot?
She tries to move, to look under the blankets, Moe stops her gently moving the blankets for her. We see the bandages wrapped nd pressed around her abdomen.
Moe: You were lucky the shot was shallow and Eliza has a steady hand.
Penelope: Eliza?
Moe: Its a long story, but the important thing is your safe.
Tears start to pool at the woman's face.
Penelope: Moe... I screwed up I... Penny oh god she....
Moe: Penny is fine, she is a strong girl and will be over the moon to know your safe now.
Penelope: I.. I...
She closes her eyes tiredly.
Moe: Rest for now, then we can talk.
We switch to the main part of the arena which has been set up like a block party. People go to and throw with food and drink. A few folk are playing salvaged or made music instuments. 
Slade: These people know how to celebrate.
We see Slade, Tamera and Amy walking through the throng of people, some wave and cheer at them.
Tamera: Jeez.
Amy: Lighten up, these people, heck we all needed this.
Tamera: I know... its just there treating us like celbretires... its kind of embaressing.
Slade: No... that happens is they start asking for autographs.
The three are silent before laughing heartily.
Tamera: Man.. its been to long since I've laughed like that.
She composes herself.
Tamera: So what happens now.
Slade: Well now, we party, get wasted and make pleasant memories.
Tamera: No arguments there.
Amy: Well we have some time to kill what with the ship being checked over and Penelope needing time to rest.
Tamera: How is she anyway?
Amy: Stable.... still quite weak.
The laps into silence for a moment.
Slade: You know if we had not blown them all to hell I would love to see the light drain from everyone of those aseholes for the shit they put everyone through.
Tamera: No arguments there... those bastards had it coming but, lets not dwell on that now.
She grabs a drink from a nearby stand where people are filling up.
Tamera: Tonight we celebrate.
The three get stuck in.
We switch over to the medwing again where Penelope is now asleep. Moe is watching over her, a look of relief at her settled form. His head twitches as the door opens.
Bridgit: How is she?
Moe turns to greet her.
Moe: Awake a little while ago, we talked a little.
Bridgit comes in, a syringe in hand and a flower, she notes Moe's look at the items.
Bridgit: The flower is for my brother and Eliza thought she might need this if she was "restless"
Moe nods at the explanation.
Moe: Thank you, she might need it later, she was quite out of it earlier.... I can only imagine the extent of what she has been through.
Bridgit: She seems a strong woman and she had a reason to keep going.
Moe: Yes her son and daughter.
The Frenchwoman nods.
Moe: At least now we can all find a level of peace with that place destroyed.
She nods, yet see's a troubled look in Moe's eye.
Bridgit: Yet you remain troubled.
Moe: Perhaps I am seeing shadows where there are not but... with how organized this whole thing was... I fear this may not be the end of things.
The Frenchwoman, smile weakly coming over to put a hand on his shoulder.
Bridgit: Best not to dwell on that for now... focus on the victory and what we have won back.
He nods with a smile before returning to his vigil.
End