That night, Jon Snow led a meeting on how to get through the Undead siege with Tyrion, Sansa, Hound, Brienne, Tormund, and some other Northern leaders. "At dawn, we're going to hit them in the center breaking through. We're going to push their lines apart allowing our Calvary to get through to hopefully bring us reinforcements and supplies. When they all get through, we retreat back to Winterfell."
"How will the Calvary be able to get back to us?" Brienne asked.
"We will have to do another frontal assault on their lines to let them get through," Jon replied.
"This is a shitty plan," Sansa critiqued.
"You got a better one?" Jon asked annoyed.
"We noticed recently that the Undead are busy building a tunnel under Winterfell. Don't know how long we have until they breach us," Tormund noted.
"Our food supplies are running low. We won't last much longer," Tyrion added.
"Look, I'm sorry, alright. I was of the notion that the Undead would immediately attack us. I didn't know they would just surround us and starve us out," Jon admitted.
"No one is surprised you didn't know, Jon," Sansa replied.
"Fuck you, Sansa. I'm trying my best here," Jon said defensively.
"I tell you what. I ain't starving to death and going out like a bitch. I'll die fighting," Hound said.
"You'll get your chance," Jon assured him.
On the wall of Winterfell, Jon looked out at the Undead staring back at him. "Tomorrow, I'm kicking your ass," he said softly.
The entire forest in front of him suddenly erupted in flames. "Holy shit!" Jon realized. The alarm bells went off in Winterfell as flames roared through the forests where the Undead had been stationed. Jon then saw the faint outline of two dragons.
The Undead ran at full speed towards Winterfell as Drogon and Rhaegar blasted them with dragon fire. "Archers!" Jon shouted.
Defenders quickly mobilized as the Undead rushed the castle. The Undead fell into the trenches and then struggled to get back up. As they did, the two dragons blasted them. Those that got past the trenches were bottle-necked by obstacles. Catapults threw fire balls in the air blasting large holes in the Undead formations. Drogon and Rhaegar flew around Winterfell blasting the Undead from the other sides and behind. Northern archers fired non-stop flaming arrows into the Undead blasting them to pieces upon impact.
The spike obstacles were lit on fire by Drogon keeping the Undead at bay. The Winterfell defenders kept firing at the Undead as they simply stood there. Some of the Undead then fell into the flames only to stay on fire. The Northerns cheered as the Undead were kept back. The ground then erupted as the Undead tunnel collapsed underneath Winterfell.
"Keep firing at them out there," Jon ordered his archers. He then took out his sword and began fighting the Undead inside the keep.
Drogon and Rhaegar made short work of the Undead outside the castle destroying the majority of their forces. What remained were inside the tunnels. The Northern Infantry battled the Undead and tried to bottle-neck them as they came up from the ground. Additional cracks in the ground led to more fronts.
Podrick Payne became overwhelmed and torn apart. "No, Podrick!" Brienne freaked out and began a tear through the Undead by herself.
"I'd like to see them kill me again," Beric taunted the Undead with his flaming sword. "Oh, fuck!" he said as he was overwhelmed and sliced up no less than a dozen times.
"You think that's enough to kill me?" he said after he was sliced another dozen times. He then got sliced again in the back. "Okay, that'll do it," he said falling to the ground dead.
As the battle raged at the floor level, Tyrion and Sansa looked on from a tower. "This could be our last night, alive," he said.
"Possibly," Sansa said downing another wine glass.
"We could...," Tyrion suggested.
"I'm still not going to fuck you," Sansa refused.
"Am I really that repulsive?" Tyrion wondered.
"Yes, yes you are," Sansa replied.
Dany noticed the Undead flowing through a tunnel system underground. She went straight for the tunnel entrances and blasted it with dragon fire. The fire went through the tunnels roasting the Undead. After an hour of intense fighting, the battle was over.
Author's Notes: First, I'd like to say thanks for all the reviews, favorites, followers, and hits. It has been encouraging. I know I will never get even close to the brilliance that is the GOT creative writers, but I will try my best. Just to be clear here, the Undead army here is only a small fraction of the overall force. The Night King is still marching his way to King's Landing.
