Red awoke when a stream of sunlight hit his face through the branches of the trees above them. He looked over to the man sitting next to him. Donald was wide awake and staring into the distance.

"How?" He muttered.

"How what?" Red asked lifting his eyebrows.

"How did you sleep after that?" Donald asked looking over at the older man. Reddington could see just how tired Ressler was from the bags under his eyes. He could also see the fear. The poor man actually thought that he was going to die out here.

"I've been through worse." Reddington stated before shifting his position. His leg hurt like hell, but he could deal with it. He just had to get up and keep moving. "This get out of here before it gets too hot." He added patting Ressler's knee to be reassuring.

"Yeah," Ressler said and stood up. He ached all over but refused to let it get to him. Reddington stood but kept all of his weight off of his injured leg. "Can you walk on that?"

"I'll be fine." Red stated. Donald held onto the older man's handcuffs tightly and started to walk. Red limped behind him and grunted when a bolt of pain shot through his leg. Donald stopped and lifted an eyebrow. "I told you that I'll be fine."

"You don't look like it." Donald stated getting a glare from the criminal.

"Just go, Ressler." Reddington growled. Donald gave him one last glance before turning. They continued on their way with Red grunting in pain every few minutes.

It was a few hours later that they took a break. Donald leaned against a tree while Red laid flat on his back. He sighed a breath of relief when he got his weight off of his leg. The pain wasn't gone, but it was considerably duller. He glanced up to see Ressler staring at something. He looked where the younger man was looking and furrowed his brow.

Standing by a small stream was a woman. Her hair was jet black and straight, and she wore a long, flowy, white dress. Red sat up and watched the woman turn towards them. She walked towards them but didn't look at them. There was something strange about her bright green eyes.

"Are you alright, Ms.?" Donald asked as Reddington got to his feet. Something wasn't right. The woman turned her gaze on Donald, and he saw a bit of a madness in her eyes. "Ma'am?"

"I'm not strange." She said quietly. Her voice was rough like her throat had been strained. "Everyone ends up in the river." She added causing a chill to run down the two men's spines.

"W-What?" Donald asked.

"You'll end up there too." She stated with a giggle. She held her hand out towards Donald and grinned at him. "Come join us." She said but Ressler just stared at her hand.

"Ressler, I wouldn't-," Red started but was cut off. The woman's sweet smile turned into a frightening grimace as her eyes widened to give her a psychotic look.

"SHUT UP!" She screamed. She swung at his throat. Her nails cut into his neck, and he staggered backwards. His injured leg gave out on him and he fell to the ground. She turned back to Donald. Before he could move, she had latched onto his neck and was bashing his head against the tree behind him.

He tried to fight back but couldn't make contact. His vision was starting to fade form the blows delivered to his head and a lack of oxygen getting to his lungs. He tried to take a breath but couldn't get anything. He dropped to the ground after the woman screamed loudly. The last thing he saw was Reddington swinging a stone at the woman's head. Then, everything went black.

Donald woke much later and immediately broke out in dry heaves. It wasn't long before that passed, and he could look around. It was starting to get dark but was light enough to see. The woman was laying on her side with a pool of blood around her head.

"You missed all the fun, Agent Ressler." Red stated. Donald looked over at him and saw that he was sitting with his back leaned against a tree. "I had to beat her to death with a rock. It wasn't too pretty."

"Y-Your neck," Donald muttered, staring at the small gashes in Red's throat.

"Just a flesh wound, didn't even bleed that much. You should be more worried about yourself. You're the one with head trauma." Red stated and Donald looked back to the dead woman.

"Why did she?" He asked not finishing the entire question.

"It's simple. This town is made up of three types of people: Murderer, deranged, and then there are deranged murderers. She was the last one." Red explained looking at the woman and chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Sad really. If her family didn't let her wander, she wouldn't have been here."

"Maybe she murdered her family."

"Possibly, but I don't think so. I would have thought she'd have blood on her if that was the case." He said and thought for a moment. "We need to keep moving." He stated before getting to his feet.

Ressler got up as well. He didn't grab onto the handcuff chains. Instead, he followed behind the limping criminal. He knew that Reddington would know more how to survive and was willing to let him take the lead for now if it meant he didn't have to die out here in the woods.