Episode 9.7: Weight of Regret

Weight of Regret is the seventh episode of the ninth season of the Walking Dead Survival. It is also the first episode of the second half of the ninth season picking up where the events of the previous episode left off.
=== Synopsis ===
With no way out of current situation one, survivor must face a battle with an enemy he has been trying everything to avoid.
==== Episode ====
We open in someone's point of view has they come to; at first its hard to say where they are or what is going on but, things quickly become clearer with the rev of an engine and the rocking of a veiechle.
James (muffled): Did you really have to hit him so hard?
Slade: Not like he was giving us much of a choice.
Things become clearer for the passenger who looks around groggily to see his is the back seat of a jeep his eyes dart to the front seats where we see James and Slade talking.
Slade: Lets just be grateful Henderson didn't decide to lock him up with the prisoner.
Adam: Oh really, I would have thought you would find that useful given his skills.
Slade looks over and behind him to the passenger and Adam flinched when he realises the man is awake. We see from their view its a restrained, Moe looking at the two angrily. He cant say anything due to the gag. 
Slade: Morning sleepy.
Adam: That's not helping.
Slade: Well what do you suggest?
Moe mumble's something; a look of confused, incredulous anger on his face that his friends have done this. He struggles weakly and if looks could kill the other two would be dead two times over.
Adam: And I thought Nathan had a look that could melt steel.
Moe scowls harder, his eyes darting to the road and a sign for the city; they are going home.
The last thing Moe wants!
Moe (Gagged): What.. what the hell, release me we have to....
Slade: Like we said earlier mate it isn't gonna happen and that's that.
His attention returns to the road while Adam fiddles with the car CD player; no way is he sitting in dead silence now. He picks out a CD and it starts playing a song; Take it Easy by the eagles. Slade gives him a look but shrugs.
Slade (Off handed): Hey better that country.
We then head into a bit of a montage of the drive; a quite affair intercut with occasional rest stops and dealing with walkers and obstacles before coming back to an evening scene. We see people sitting around eating, watching the perimeter and checking the cars. Moe sits alone in the back of his and Adam and Slade's jeep with one hand free and the other manacled. He stares off into the darkness.
Henderson: Staring off like that isn't gonna make the problem go away.
He jerks and see's the security chief approach with a bowl of food, away from Moe's feet is a spilled bowl.
Henderson: And throwing away good food is a little childish.
Moe looks away.
Moe: Why are you here?
Henderson: Well one to make sure you don't starve to death before we get back.
Moe: That seems unlikely.
Henderson shrugs, following his line of sight to a weathered sign that shows that they about a days ride away now. Moe looks past in and into the dark.
Henderson: Forget it son.
Moe Say nothing.
Henderson: I admire you determination to get the job done Moe but, you need to focus on the important enemy, the real enemy.
Moe: And who would that be.
He looks over to Henderson who puts the bowl down in reach for him to eat.
Henderson: Talk to you friends when you figure that out.
He walks off and leaves Moe alone with his thoughts; he picks up the bowl and studies it for a moment; its the wont material to try and pick a lock with through shards or even cause any kind of harm. He sighs in annoyance; more at the rumble of his stomach and starts to eat.
One problem at a time.
Later that night we see Moe asleep and its not a peaceful one; thrashing and moaning its clear he is in the throws of a nightmare.
Moe: No, I... it wasn't my...
We get harsh flashes of fires and death with the city burning and people dying in the fight to retake things. 
Slade V.O: Moe... Moe!
In his dreams the man turns to see a bloody walker of Slade lumbering up to him.
Walker Slade: Your fault!
Moe:! No!
He wakes up with a start and nearly headbutts Slade who is poised over him and trying yo keep him from thrashing about. A hard silence follows only broken by the hard breathing of Moe.
Slade: So... how long has this been happening?
Moe says nothing at first. 
Moe: It....
Slade: Moe what happened wasn't your fault alright, how many times do we have to keep driving the point home.
Moe looks away, tears staring to fall.
Slade: I get it you made a call you though was the best and it blew up in your face but Moe, that guy had yours and everyone else's necks to a blade.
He loosens his grip; not enough for the man to try anything but enough to let him recompose. 
Slade: Never mind the fact we live in a world where the dead don't stay dead that was a situation that was bigger than you, bigger than a lot of people.
Moe:....I...
Slade: Moe, look I get it, you our fearless leader and were it not for you we would have been dead more times than I can count but, you still human.
His voice is softer now, gentle at the sight of the man's vulnerability. Its clear Moe needs his friend right now in this moment.
Moe: I... no one was supposed to.....
He breaks there and then and Slade embraces him in a hug.
Slade: Its ok, its ok.
He rubs his back to calm him; this might not be the end of the problem but its progress and that is what Moe needed right now.
End