Tormund Giantsbane and Lord Beric Dondarrion were on the Wall with the Night's Watch rangers and the Wildings. So far everything was peaceful, though everyone was on the alert for any White Walkers. It took them days to recover from their near-death experiences from their White Walker Hunt led by their friend Jon Snow, but they still kept their alert for them.

Everyone on the Wall heard a lot of ravens making a lot of terrified noises. They followed them to see flying above very quickly, as if their lives depended on it. They looked down to see not only did there ravens coming out of the trees of the Haunted Forest, but so did the White Walkers themselves. It looked like the entire army was there.

"Clear out!"

Tormund, Beric, all the rangers and the wildings with them saw a different group of soldiers running past them. They had never seen this army before.

"Clear the Wall!" the leader yelled.

"Who the fuck are you?" Beric asked.

A soldier stepped in front of his leader. "Behold Eomer, Son of Eomund, King of Rohan."

"Rohan?" Beric asked. "From Middle-Earth? Have you come to invade?"

"We have enough problems here and kings and queens here trying to control us without you –"

"No!" Eomer snapped. "We are here to help you. Lady Stark of Winterfell sent us."

Tormund's eyes widen. "Lady Stark?"

"That is correct. She sent a raven to Gandalf the White for help against that army down there. He has asked us and Gondor from Middle-Earth to assist him in this fight. By Gandalf's orders, we are here to clear everyone from the Wall."

"We can't go anywhere," Beric said. "We must keep those bastards down there as long as we can."

Eomer and his army looked down. The White Walkers had stopped moving.

"They've stopped moving," Tormund said.

"Now's our chance." Then Beric turned to the rangers. "Archers, to your marks! Do not listen to these Rohan assholes!"

As the archers went to their positions, ignoring Eomer and his soldiers' protests and attempts to hold them back, they froze in horror when they looked ahead. It was the Night King himself on the dragon Viserion. Everyone was too stunned to move or to think what to do. Everyone that wasn't from Rohan.

"Everyone, leave!" Eomer roared at everyone. "Get moving!"

Everyone, including Tormund and Beric, didn't dare to argue with the King of Rohan.

"Move! Run!" Tormund roared at the top of his lungs.

"Arm your bow and arrows!" Eomer yelled.

"We can't kill them with just arrows!" Beric yelled.

"But we can slow them down and buy everyone more time to leave!"

As everyone kept running to down the levels to leave the Wall, everyone armed their bow and arrows and fired at the Night King. He wasn't dodging them as much as they hoped, but at least he didn't make Viserion breathe fire… yet.

Then the Wall started to rumble and crumble. Everyone stopped to see the Night King was finally making Viserion breathe blue fire onto the wall.

"Do not stop!" Eomer yelled. "Keep moving!"

"Move, you bastards!" Tormund yelled.

Everyone continued to run as fast as they could down the stairs, but one by one some rangers, wildings and Rohan soldiers started to collapse with the Wall.

Eomer, Tormund and Beric with the few of their soldiers managed to reach the lower levels of the Wall. They managed to keep on running, but the part of the wall they were at collapsed and they fell down with it.

Eomer groaned as he woke up. He saw that he was clear from any rubble, completely unharmed and just merely covered in snow. He got up on his feet and still felt fine. He saw a few of the men he had been running with had survived, including Tormund and Beric among the surviving rangers, wildlings and Rohirrim. As he rallied them to himself, they heard a noise. It was coming from the other side of the Wall. It was completely destroyed. All that was left of it was the litter of rubble, snow, blood and the bodies of the deceased rangers, wildings, and Rohan soldiers. Then they saw the White Walkers marching through.

"Everyone, arm yourselves!" Eomer ordered.

Everyone armed themselves with the loose swords and shields they could fine as the White Walker army approached them. Beric's flaming sword lit up.

The White Walkers came to them at roaring speed. Then the first few rows of the monsters were pinned down by many spears and arrows.

Eomer didn't need to turn around because he knew where those spears and arrows were coming from. They were coming from Gamling and the rest of Rohirrim. They even had some Wildings and Night's Watch rangers that evacuated earlier on the Rohirrim's horses. There were enough spears and arrows to keep the White Walkers away from Eomer and the Wall survivors in time for them to climb up on the horses.

Eomer took his horse from Gamling, who had been holding him while the king and his chosen soldiers went to evacuate everyone from the Wall. "To Winterfell!" he ordered.

The horses turned and ran for Winterfell as fast as they could.

As they rode, Eomer heard whoosing in the air. He looked up to see the Night King and Viserion flying above them. They saw them yet the dragon didn't try to burn them. He wondered why.

It wasn't until nightfall when Eomer, the Rohirrim and the remaining Night's Watch rangers and Wildings decided to stop and rest for the night. According to Tormund, they were just less than a day away from Winterfell. They felt that they couldn't go any further and they needed to rest and save their energy. Eomer chose two Rohan soldiers for night watch along with a couple of Wildings and Night's Watch rangers.

"Your Majesty!" a Rohan soldier called. "We got company!"

Eomer ordered everyone up on their feet and to arm themselves.

An army came to them, but they weren't White Walkers. They were human beings. It wasn't just soldiers, but peasants as well. They looked like they were from the Vale of Arryn.

The general from the House Arryn dropped from his horse and approached Eomer. "You're from Rohan?"

"I am," Eomer greeted. "King Eomer, at your service."

The general bent the knee and so did everyone from the Vale of Arryn.

"What happened to your homes?" Eomer asked.

"Some snowy monsters have destroyed the whole vale," the general replied. "Every member of the House Arryn has been killed. We are all that is left of the vale."

"Where were you heading?"

"To Winterfell."

"We are heading to Winterfell ourselves. Join us and we all will have a better chance at survival." Eomer held his hand out and the Arryn general shook it.

Then they heard more footsteps coming.

"The sooner we get to Winterfell, the better," the general said. "It's more of those snowy bastards."

Eomer ordered everyone who wasn't a soldier or who had no fighting experiences onto the horses and everyone else to walk with a weapon.

Once everyone was sorted out, Eomer gave the order to march to Winterfell.