Episode 8.9: Occupation of Wolves

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Occupation of Wolves is the ninth episode of the eighth season of the Walking Dead Survivor. In this episode the survivors struggle to keep the heads down when those in charge push their luck.
==Synnopsis==
Its hard to keep ones head down in an occupation when the wolves insist on savaging all you hold dear. 
==Episode==
We open to the sound of construction work and the chatter of men at work.
Cage: Another day in the office.
Cut to Cage up on upper level of a new building at work hammering in some nails while watching things down below.
Nathan: Yeh same office, different bosses.
We follow their line of sight to see the perimiter is being watched by "new" armed guards. Not the city police but the soldiers of the occupiers. Has workers enter and leave they are stopped, searched and sent on their way. Routine but, needlessly rough.
Cage: Fuckers don't have anything better to do.
Nathan: Your telling me... he nearly slugged one of them.
Cage: Nearly?
Nathan sighs and gets back to sawing at a table.
Nathan: Well lets just say one of those guys was giving me a look he didn't like.
Cage: Same guy who just shoved someone over?
We see that indeed someone has been tripped; a few of his friends help him up. The Russian guard mutters something and the tripped guy looks ready to charge only for his friends to pull him back.
Cage: Close one.
Nathan: Day is still young... guys like that love to push.
Cage: Well lets hope he aint on shift when we clock off.
They get back to work has we switch over to Tamera working in a grocery store stacking shelves. 
Mr Barnaby: This is absurd!"
She looks up to see Mr Barnaby; her boss reading over a document with a look of frustration and outrage.
Tamera: Something the matter?
He looks up and while middle aged we see Barnaby is man who still has some spunk and is reminsisant of a pirate with an amputated hand replaced with of all things a blade. Clearly a wound from scuffle with a walker.
Mr Barnaby: Oh Tamera, its nothing... just more BS.
She sighs.
Tamera: Dont sugar coat it please?
Mr Barnaby: Guess not but...fine... half our deliveries have been re routed to the "New" armed forces and their "projects".
Tamera: What.... that.. that's half the produce!
Mr Barnaby: I know and a lot of fold around the neighborhood are not getting any younger.
Tamera knows he is right, eyeing an elderly couple who have entered and look crestfallen at the meager pickings. Barnaby see's them and heads over.
Mr Barnaby: Hello Martha, Hugo, dont worry I think we have some spare radishes in the backroom.
He nods to Tamera who goes to look and finds them along with a few meager "supplies" held back for emergancies. Yet, its clear the way things are going its only going to get worse if the situation does not improve.
Mr Barnaby: Everthing ok back there.
Tamera: Coming.
She heads back in and we switch over to Moe mopping up in a hallway. People are going about their business and most don't pay him much mind.
Voice: You.
Moe looks up and see's a Russian soldier with two others come up. Moe tries not to look threatening or alarmed but, giving what he has seen in the last few days that is tricky.
Moe: Yes?
Russian Soldier: Come with us and bring mop.
He deflates a touch in relief an follows them and we see he is in an office block/ lab of some sort. Its hard to tell if its anywhere important but, its clear Moe is working on fact finding.
Russian Solider: Use supplies, clean room, knock door when done.
The room looks like it has been tossed but, Moe has seen enough in his time to know this is staged.
Moe: Um... if you don't mins my asking what happened.
Russian Soldier: Robbery, we sort out, you clean up.
Moe gives the man a calm expression and gets to work. Its a bare faced lie but, he knows not to push it. 
Moe: I better get extra for this.
The Russian soldier huffs but, leaves him alone. Moe gets to work while also letting his eye roam around the room for clues. 
The blood trail in the room gives the impression someone was dragged away. The mess itself seems to organised to be a break in and Moe mops up and cleans around the mess in search of clues. A scrap of paper catches his eye; bending down while looking at he door to make sure its safe he pockets the paper.
We switch to outside and the door knocks. Its opened and Moe steps out.''
Moe: All sorted... you want me to put the cleaning stuff away?
Russian Soldier: No, you back to work now.
Moe: Sure, whatever you say boss.
The soldier glowers but lets Moe leave.
We switch over to the club later that evening where most of the others are. Only Tobias, Michael and Nathan are absent along with the children and Penelope.
Slade: So how was your day?
Cage: Same as yours... lousy.
Cage downs a drink while looking across the room at some of the soldiers overlooking things. Slade follows his gaze and waves at them like a dolt. They do not react; more interested in the building.
Karina: Fuckers aint got nothing better to do than openly gawk.
Moe: Why hide when you have everyone in chains?
He is looking at the scrap of paper in thought.
''
Adam: Something on your mind?
Moe: Here.
He presses the paper over to Adam who looks at the hastily scribbled note. "They are fools... you cant make a tiger a house... people are going to get hurt again...." the note cuts off there.
Adam: Sounds cheerful, what do you think it means?
Karina: Nothing good and...
A sound of a ruckus gets their attention.
Slade: Oh crap that's all we need.
Pull back to reveal that a bar fight has broken out; some workers from the construction sight have picked a fight with the soldiers. 
Cage: Idiots! Don't they know this is going to do more harm than good!
Moe: We need to leave now.
Karina: Moe you cant, you know what this means if....
The door is slammed open and more soldiers march in blocking the exits.
Slade: Shit.
''
And that is an understatement; the group is trapped and at the mercy of the soldiers has we fade to black.''
End