It looked like some sort of prison that they found themselves in. Dany didn't like the feeling of being caged in, of being locked away like she always was. She sucked in her breath not wanting to think of her dragons. She had locked them away, she had put them to war, she had killed them. She could feel the memories rise up again of when her entire khalasar and Unsullied were massacred by the hands of the Lannisters. She didn't want to think of any of it, didn't want to live with her thoughts back in Westeros. She was in a whole other world. She entered through the flames, this was a rebirth.

Dany looked across at Jon and wondered who he was. Her silver brows furrowed and her eyes studied him. He was handsome, so young, and seemed so confused at everything that was happening.

"How can you act so calm?" He spoke suddenly, a sense of frustration sparking in his features.

"What else can we do? We're here and we...are we not guests?" She was trying to be calm. She was trying to remain at ease with the entire situation. She couldn't fight the nervousness that was rising up inside of her. All of this didn't feel right, no matter how strong she needed to be, it just didn't feel right.

Jon shook his head and looked away. He reached his hand down to his sheath and let out a heavy breath when he found nothing there. He seemed to feel empty with no sword at his side.

She wanted to say something but what was there to say? They were in a different world, perhaps even a different dimension.

A small sound at the gate turned their eyes towards it. The man who was called Daryl was standing there, his crossbow withdrawn and resting on his back. His hair was mussed, sweat and dirt marked his skin. He looked as bad as the other people who were holed up
within these cold walls.

"It's hell out there, ain't it?" His voice was deep, his drawl heavy.

"Seems to be." Dany replied, she could feel Jon tense up. "But we've only just come now."

"What do you mean? You two been in some kind of coma?" He questioned, his brows knitting together.

She looked at him almost insulted at his demanding. "I mean exactly that...we've only just come. I have no idea what is happening out there. What are those things?"

"Walkers. Flesh eating walkers. Wish they would all disappear." There was a flash of hatred in his blue eyes that sharpened the tone of his voice.

"How long do we have to be in here? Locked up as if we're some kind of threat?" Jon rose to his feet, creating a heavy tension within the cell they were in.

"Until Rick decides otherwise." He replied, without room for argument. It seemed the man who had left was in charge.

"And our weapons?"

"Same thing."

Jon looked away, disappointed, irritated and frustrated. Dany could sense it. She felt the same amount of frustration inside but she refused to make this anymore of a hostile situation.

"Haven't I seen you somewhere?" Daryl asked of Jon.

Jon returned Daryl's gaze, surprise there in the dark color. Had he also been thinking the same thing? "I don't think so."
Daryl made a noise of response before he turned on his heel and made to leave but suddenly he wavered. It caused a commotion and both Dany and Jon rushed to see what had happened. Daryl was holding the side of his head and was resting against the wall. He shrugged everyone off and just stood up and continued on his way. But just before he walked off he looked back at Jon. There was something in his eyes, something confused and unsure.

"What was that?" Dany asked, looking to Jon with furrowed brows.

Jon shook his head slowly before he moved away from the gates. "I don't know." He replied, sitting down again. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and pushed his fingers through his hair.

Dany sat across the room. She didn't want to close her eyes, she didn't want to think. She just wanted this all to be figured out. She didn't want to spend too much time locked away this way. She had been locked away like this almost her entire life.

It seemed like an entire day had passed until commotion had risen up in the prison again. Dany and Jon both perked up finally. Someone mentioned that Rick had come back and Dany finally breathed out a sigh of relief. Perhaps now this meant freedom.

The gates opened and Rick came striding in followed by his son and Michonne. Dany tried to remember everyone's names but it all came out wrong in her head. There was a flurry of thoughts racing through her mind and she was hoping that this day would just end already. She was scared, scared of being left alone like this. Even by these people.
"He's on his way." Rick said firmly. His jaw was tense and it seemed like he was warning everyone that was there. "And he's got people with him."

"What are we supposed to do? Fight him? There's nine of us, ten if you count that baby and there's way more of them. All we have are women and arrogant boys. Unless you count these two here." Merle's voice dripped with sarcasm and Dany could see the way Rick tensed with irritation at the sound of it.

"What is happening?" Dany spoke, unsure if it was her place but seeing the distress in theses people's eyes was unnerving. They looked afraid.

"Woodbury." The old man said, his voice calmer than the others which just made it more unnerving.

"What is Woodbury?" Jon demanded, he was tired of all of this. They didn't belong here and they couldn't be expected to stay either.

"Somewhere you better not be from." Daryl said, sideways glaring at him.

"We just need to make sure everything is guarded, barricaded off." The man who spoke then was young, his eyes slanted and his hair dark.

"Glenn, that's what we did last time, didn't take him long to bring it all down."

Dany wasn't sure if she was going to regret it or not. She wasn't sure if they would even accept it but she felt like it had to be done. "We can help." She said, causing their eyes to turn to her with surprise.

"What?" Jon asked. He was both nervous about the thought and afraid. He had agreed to help others before and he had failed. Was he supposed to fail this small group of people as well?

"We will help you...This is some sort of battle, is it not?"

"Honey, we don't have time for medieval times and fair maidens." Merle said, a snicker on his tongue.

"Let her talk." Rick ordered, waving his hand towards him before he returned his gaze to Dany.

"We help and you let us go...that's the deal." She stated, bravely but without falter. She was still a queen was she not?

"Do either of you know how to use a gun?" The old man asked, there was a great deal of concern in his voice when he spoke.

"A...gun?" Dany's brows furrowed together with confusion.

"Yeah. A gun." Glenn replied. He seemed to not want to got through this as if they had better things to plan.

"I don't know what that is."

Merle laughed and everyone's jaws seemed to drop to the floor.

"We don't have time for this." Rick stated with a shake of his head. He looked almost ready to explode with the severe stress he seemed to be under.

"Please...let us do something." Dany pleaded. She just wanted to get away from this place.
Her eyes softened when Rick's gaze rose to meet them. She could see the darkness
dwelling there. He had lost everything, she read that there in the darkening blue of them. So had she. She wanted to say it, wanted to relate. But neither of them had time for that.

"Alright...Beth you stay inside, Carl you stay with her and Judith." The boy looked about ready to protest but Rick moved on giving him no time to. "Everyone else you come with me. Even you two." He gestured everyone out with him and they quickly followed.

"Let's hope this is a good idea." She said up to Jon who fell in alongside her.

"Nothing is ever a good idea." He reminded both her and himself.

She nodded because she knew exactly what she meant. She had done nothing but failed her entire life, no matter how much she wanted to overcome. There had to be a time for something to go right.

The sun blazed down on them once they stepped outside and Dany lifted her hand to shield her eyes from it. She watched how everyone scattered about, their worry
emanating from their panicked behavior as well as the fear their faces. She felt something rip apart inside of her. She remembered the feeling of nearing downfall, the panic of inevitable failure. Did everyone suffer from such?

"You, take your sword and go with Michonne into the yard, from there you'll take out the walkers there. Everyone else stays behind the gates." Rick's words left nothing to be argued with and he put up no argument himself when Jon went to retrieve his sword and handed Dany her dagger.

"You ever use one of these?" Daryl asked Dany, setting before him a crossbow similar to the one he held at his back.

She shook her head. "It shouldn't be so hard." When she took it from him she hated the way her hands shook. His eyes caught hers and she tried to fight the nervousness.

"You can wait inside." He said softly, noting her fear that had suddenly come forward.
Again she shook her head. "I'm fine." What was she without her khalasar? Without her dragons?

He gave her a nod of understanding before he went off to prepare himself leaving the crossbow with her.

Before anyone had time to set themselves the attack began. Guns were fired and rained down on the already bloodied dirt. Shouts were heard, directions and orders to go for cover. Daryl, Rick, Merle and Glenn stayed at the gates, not covered by much but obviously full of faith they would make it out. Michonne and Jon rushed through the courtyard, their swords lowered at their sides. The gunfire had attracted a mass amount of walkers, blood dripping from their lips and starvation looking to be at an end. Michonne raised her katana, the blade slashing through a chest, a head before it finally tumbled off. Jon lifted his sword, muttering a prayer to himself before he plunged it deep into the head of a walker. The blood spewed out, staining Jon's face and hands. The sun caked it on him and made the stench of the dead things even worse.

Dany rushed to the gates where the men were. She had to get over her fear. Just because she had been defeated once, just because she was alone didn't mean she couldn't rise again from the ashes. She was fireborn, brought forth from flames.

Rick glanced down at her with a protest gleaming in his blue eyes but Dany looked away and lifted the crossbow. It was heavy and her small arms would feel the weight of it later but she didn't care. She had to press on.

Merle opened the gates and Rick was the first to rush out followed by everyone else. They saw it. There were several cars parked on the dirt road that led to the prison. A small army of men stood there, their guns blazing. The gunfire sang back and forth, screams curdled and blood was shed. Dany could smell the stench of death, of rotting flesh.

A walker passed her, reaching its arms forward and grabbing ahold of her. It pushed her backwards, the crossbow falling from her hands as she fell on her back. She struggled against it, its mouth ready to take a bite of her skin. The snarls were loud in her ears and its grip was painful. She could feel tears fall from her eyes as she felt herself weakening beneath its dead determination.

The walker fell then, its face falling hard near her neck. She let out another cry until she opened her eyes and Rick was looking down at her. He offered her his hand after he had pushed the walker off of her. She stood up with relief and looked down at the end of the gun that Rick had used to crush in the skull of the walker. Blood dripped from it. She let out a breath and took up the crossbow again. Rick nodded to her and they parted ways.
Her final arrow shot a walker in the back and she finished it off by pulled her dagger out and driving it through his head. The blood stained her pale skin and she pulled it out with a groan.

A scream was heard from the cars of their attackers. And soon enough the cars drove away. The scream continued though, one of agony and pain. Everyone looked towards it, approaching the sounds slowly.

"Probably just a walker." Daryl stated, lifting his crossbow just in case.

Dany glanced at Rick who continued to walk and looked back at Merle, Glenn, Jon and Michonne who had followed them as well.

"Ghost!" Jon suddenly called out, stepping forward before anyone else could. "To me."
Dany gasped when her eyes fell on the body of a dying man, his screams weakening and his eyes slowly dying. The direwolf looked up at the call of Jon's voice and slowly moved towards him. Blood dripped from its teeth and left behind the body it had torn apart.