Speaking of fires: the one blazing in Nora's veins was almost enough to blind her as she journeyed back to Woodbury. The Governor was waiting patiently, sitting pretty as he prepared whatever theme park of red delights on her Beast's behalf. At worst, her beloved Beast was sharing the exact same fate Nora had the night she escaped. She knew the bloody Gov well enough to know he wouldn't take captives and kill them directly... she also knew how useful Daryl was. Ripe with information, but no shred of cowardice big enough to sell out everyone he held dear.

But that was just it: Gov was tampering with something very important that wasn't his. It was hers.

Daryl Dixon was hers, if he was anybody's to begin with. Just as she was completely content with the idea of being his. They held a part of one another unwitnessed by anyone else. They bonded through their broken hearts and kindred spirits. They were yin and yang; there was no one without the other. Whether or not such a bond was ever to be rectified was beyond Nora. But whether or not it would be, it didn't matter. She'd not be her without him. Not this time.

Parking the car a few miles from Woodbury, Nora began her journey to the outskirts of the horribly run town. She recalled it being a hot spot for walkers... just what she needed. Literally. She wouldn't have a plan of action without them.

She spotted her first walker at a distance, crouching low and observing it curiously. Wonderful, she mused to herself as she noted two or three coming in to join the pack. She had put on some perfume and ensured making a bit of noise on her way into this spot, so she was sure they could sense her presence. She whistled softly, standing and catching their attention.

The chase ensued.

"Quiet tonight." Hughes announced as he approached his fellow comrades at the Wall of Woodbury. His teammates smirked and nodded in response as he took up one of the spare chairs. "Good."

"Yeah. Seems like almost all the biters in the area have been pretty well dealt with. Nothing heavy artillery can't fix, right?" Another, Gordon, chuckled in response as he righted his rifle next to him. "Thought I saw someone in the shadows earlier, but with the town this quiet... well, I guess it breezed by."

"Must've." Hughes replied, leaning back in his chair. He righted immediately after, however, when he noticed a small formation of biters emerge from the shadows. "Let's take care of this crew and you can call it a night."

"You got it." Gordon replied as he readied his gun. The two men paused and their eyes grew wide in horror as they saw more biters coming in to join the smaller pack, making the group much larger than expected. "Fuck! Hughes, call backup! We gotta get an alert out!"

"I'm on it!"

Nora grinned as she had repeated the same plan on the other wall, knowing it was sure to keep the men occupied for some time while she snuck into the fortress and proceeded to steal back what she really came here for. On the bright side, majority of walkers had gone on to join the horde and left her alone completely; save for a few laggers who assumed her to be a walking meal. They had met their end silently and quickly, giving Nora a boost of energy in her journey.

It had taken hours just to round up enough walkers to overwhelm the guards on one side, let alone the other. And it had taken even longer, trying to find a secure method of entry without getting caught. Who knew how worse for wear Daryl was at this point, but it didn't matter. Even if she'd found him near death, at least she would find him. At least she would be there for him.

Once she had entered the town, the young Irish girl stayed to the small alleyways and the shadows, knowing the consequences if she was caught. She kept eyes on both walls to ensure the guards were still preoccupied. When more were called, she waited for one to get close enough.

Taking her shot, she reached out and grabbed one who inched far too close to her perimeter. He looked like a mall cop; like one of those security guards who checked the establishments after hours. Not the greatest, but he'd do.

"You!" He breathed. When Nora saw his face, she knew why he was horrified. He was one of the men who had nearly beaten her senseless under the Gov's orders. "But you were..."

"Reborn, lad. And now... you're gonna help me." She hissed venomously. When he struggled, she slammed one of her sais into his right shoulder, covering his mouth to silence his cries of pain. "Shh, lad. Just a flesh wound, you'll survive... for th'moment, at least. I still need you."

In such a murderous, condescending matter even more terrifying than the Governor himself, the vengeance-bent Irishwoman tilted the man's head to face her.

"Now... you're gonna tell me where 'e's keepin' 'im." She said, her tone terrifyingly sweet. "Or I'm going to cut off your fingers." She brushed his hair back from his eyes and smoothed her fingers over his jawline.

"Who?" He wheezed out, wincing in pain. Nora's face turned immediately feral and she grabbed his hair, jerking his head back as her other hand began twisting the blade in his shoulder. His cry went unheard from the shouts over both walls and the screams of the terrified villagers.

"My Beast."