Yesterday

Disclaimer:I do not own The Walking Dead, or anything at all of value, please don't sue. I am poor.

A/N: This is the actual Walking dead story that goes with my story If tomorrow never came, where the dead do walk. Enjoy and Please Review!

Chapter 1: While the iron's hot!

Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Hayden looked at her younger brother and opened her mouth to try and console him, but couldn't find the words. She couldn't bare to speak of what had just transpired less than half a day ago. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I failed you... I failed mom... I'm so sorry.' Her Raven hair covered her face as she drove, fighting back her tears. She would not cry. Taking a deep breath she kept her hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that her knuckles were whiter than even she thought possible. How did this happen? Why did this happen? The dead should stay dead, her blue eyes were fixed on the road as they sped past a reanimated corpse chowing down on a small child.

Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

She glanced over at Dylan, who was fiddling with her I-pod and came to a decision. She would not act any different then she used too. She would be her normal sarcastic, wise-cracking, protective self. She would not let him see how much she was dieing inside. Ever. In this new ruined world she would try to keep everything as normal between them as possible. No negative thoughts. Nothing. They would find a safe place, and survive. She was prepared for this. Survival was her very essence, and she would make sure it was his. They hadn't been through hell, and come out on top for nothing. No. Everything had just finally come together. They would not be kicked to the curb by the world again. Ever.

"Hey sis," Her brother finally spoke.

"Yeah, Bud?"

"This song sucks ass."

"Woah!" She removed her gaze from the road and scowled at the young boy. "In my car we do not diss The Beatles." He just rolled his eyes and changed the song. "God, you kids don't know anything about music."

"I know what I like," This kid was full of Sass. "And that's not it."

"Ugh, The Beatles are classic."

"Mötley Crüe is classic." Hayden shrugged, she couldn't argue.

"Truce?" She asked.

"Truce." The siblings both smiled as they continued down the deserted road. "Slow down, there's someone out there." A man was waving his arms frantically on the side of the road trying to flag down a car. Dylan turned off the music as the car slowed down. They could hear the man scream about his daughter. Hayden immediately stopped the car and motioned for Dylan to climb in the back. He obeyed as his sister slowly got out of the car.

Everything had happened in a blur. As she walked over asking if he was okay he pulled out a gun, demanded that she give him her car, to which she refused and shot her. She let out a grunt of pain as the bullet entered her side and she fell to the ground. 'Fuck, fuck' She screamed in her head looking back at her car. The man who shot her began climbing on top of her.

"Should've just let me have what I wanted bitch." He grunted starting to undo his belt buckle. The dark haired girl bit back the tears that threatened to form from the pain. She couldn't let him get back to the car. The most precious thing she had was sitting in the back seat looking out the window. Terrified. "Don't matter none to me if you die. I'll fuck you's anyway." She struggled with all her might against the burly bald man who was on top of her. If she could only get her gun out of its holster. The idiot was to busy paying attention to his dick to notice she was packing. Every breath she took caused excruciating pain. Her eyes darted around noticing a few walkers that were scuffling towards them. Attracted by his idiocy.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck...' Was the only coherent thought in her head. He leaned down shoving his tongue in her mouth. 'Idiot.' She thought biting down so he couldn't move away without ripping off his own tongue. Finally her gun came unclasped as he struggled trying to get her to let go. She held the gun against his jaw and fired. Blood went everywhere as his gargled scream filled the air. The muzzle flair from her gun burned her cheek. He fell off her and she started to scramble away. Shakily she stood up and pointed her gun at one of the four walkers steadily inching closer.

'Shit what do I do?' The girl thought. 'If I shoot the walkers it'll make even more noise and attract more.' She didn't have much time to think, she was losing a lot of blood and they were getting closer. 'Awwwe hell...' She shot each one square in the forehead before falling to her knees.

"Hayden!" Her brother screamed from in the black 67 Impala. "Hayden, I'm coming out!"

"No, Dylan." She gasped. "Stay in the car." Hayden gritted her teeth. A vehicle came into view it was an old truck followed by an RV then a jeep and a van. 'Great.' She clutched at the gaping wound in her side. 'Just fucking great.' The vehicles stopped and a few people came out.

A man with light sandy brown hair carrying a crossbow came out of the truck pointing the weapon at her. Then a large bald black man and a pudgy old man with a grey beard came out of the RV followed by another man with dark hair and olive skin exiting the jeep. He was carrying a shotgun that was trained on her.

"I'm, I'm not bit." She called out. "Just shot." She raised her hands over her head slowly. Showing her handgun and that she had no intention of firing at them.

"Hayden!" Dylan screamed jumping out of the car as fast as he could. His dirty blonde hair rustled from the wind as he ran to her, his chocolate brown eyes filled with concern and fear. The man with the crossbow trained his sights on her little brother.

"No! Don't shoot him!" Hayden yelled causing her to collapse. The last thing she remember was hearing her younger brother cry out to her.

Hayden blinked once. Then twice. She noticed she was inside the RV and tried to sit up but stopped as she was hit with wave after wave of pain, "Jesus H. Christ." she mumbled forcing herself to sit up this time.

"Hey be careful don't strain yourself." A blonde woman, who was maybe thirty chided with a calm soothing voice.

"My brother..." She swung her legs off the bed ignoring the protests of not only her body but the older woman. "I have to make sure he's okay."

"I think you should make sure you're okay first. We just barely get the bleeding to stop and you've lost a lot of blood."

"I'm fine. Wheres Dylan?" She stood up, wavered for a second from the vertigo, then stood firm. "I need to see him." Her eyes darted across the RV there were a lot of people crammed into this space. All that mattered was Dylan's safety. "Let me see him."

The woman looked from Hayden then to the old man with the grey beard and a bucket hat. "Dale, we need to get her to stop moving."

"I know Andrea... listen Hayden was it?" He looked at her and she nodded in response. "When you were shot the bullet never exited your body... you, you really shouldn't be moving. It could cause damage that none of us know how to fix."

"Is that all?" The dark haired girl looked at him defiantly, "I can fix that, just let me see my brother... please... he's all I have."

Dale sighed and moved out of her way. "He's in your vehicle. Safe and sound." A wave of relief washed over her, but she had to see him with her own eyes. "We should all go out and stretch our legs anyway." He commented, "We've been cooped up in her for a long time, and no other walkers have shown up so there couldn't have been anymore close by."

It took only maybe a minute for Hayden to get out of the RV but to her it felt like an eternity. Every breath hurt worse than the last but she didn't care. When she stepped out into the hot Georgian sun and saw her brother looking back at her from the car she smiled and sighed in relief. Before she could run over to him herself he bolted quicker then lightning and had his arms squeezing round her waist.

"I was so worried!" He cried into her. "I thought I lost you too." The tears were streaming down his face but he never sobbed, just cried silently.

"Hey, it'll take more then one measly little bullet to take me down." She tried laughing but found it hurt too much. "I'm invincible remember?" Her smile was forced but it made the child feel at ease. Neither of them noticed everyone starring at them. When Hayden looked up she noticed just how large the group was.

"Hey Dylan... why don't you go talk to the kids over there I need to talk with the grown ups, okay?" He nodded in response and made his way over to the small group of children. "Okay," She said, "I think I should probably explain what was going on back there, but first, I'd like to get the bullet lodged in my rib out of me, before it literally tears me a new one..."

"How are you going to do that?" A skinny woman with long brown hair asked looking at her skeptically.

"Well if anyone has a knife, and some vodka... and if there is possibly an iron in that Winnebago that could be heated up on the stove in there I can have myself fixed up in a jiffy." She looked at most of the people in the groups mortified faces. The only ones who didn't look utterly terrified or disgusted were the sandy haired, crossbow, wielding guy and the biker looking one next to him. "Alright, maybe two jiffy's I've never had to do this to myself before."

"I... I'll go heat up the iron..." A younger version of the blonde said heading back into the RV. The crossbow guy grabbed a bottle from the back of his truck with a few loud protests from the one he was travelling with. He then walked over to her and handed her the bottle of vodka and a rather large hunting knife.

"Thanks... uhhh."

"Daryl." He stated. His southern accent was clear, and his voice was rough, in a good way. It gave the tingling sensation as if she were being licked by a cat.

"Thanks Daryl." She repeated. " So uh how are you with blood?" He quirked an eyebrow at her and shrugged.

"Don't bother me none."

"Good." She walked over to one of the abandoned cars on the side of the road and broke of the side view mirror. " Think you could hold this for me?" He just shrugged in response but took the mirror from her. "Okay," Hayden looked at the group of people that were still staring at her. "If none of you want to see me dig this bullet out of myself I suggest you turn away." The only ones who didn't look away were Daryl, his travelling companion, the olive skinned guy and the black dude.

She set the bottle of vodka on the ground and took off her t-shirt so she could see what she was doing. The men all stared in disbelief. She was covered in Tattoos. Her back had a large set of intricately detailed angel wings with Japanese characters going down her spine. Every inch of her left arm was covered in ink as well. It was a collage of superheroes and villain's Starting with Batman and the Joker at the top, with Harley Quinn, Catwoman, the scarecrow, Green Arrow, Aquaman, Nightwing, Deadpool, Nightcrawler, Wolverine, and gambit all appearing incorporated with the background. Her right arm was only done from the shoulder to her elbow and it had characters from the movie the Nightmare before Christmas. On her right wrist she had an Ouroboros, and on her forearm she had a small swallow with the lyrics 'If I die tomorrow, As the minutes fade away, I can't remember, Have I said all I can say? You're my everything, You make me feel so alive, If I die tomorrow'. Stretched out over bother her sets of knuckles she also had the word Halloween. She threw her hair up in a messy bun to keep it out of her eyes and coming down from behind her ear and going from the side of her neck to the back were music notes and stars. Hayden then started to undo her belt then proceeded to fold it a few times. "This knife of yours is clean right? You haven't killed any walkers with it?"

"S'clean."

"Okay, well then here goes nothing." She picked up the bottle of vodka with the hand she had her belt in and took a long swig, then placed the belt in her mouth to bite down on it. With the hand that was holding the knife she removed the makeshift bandage made of cloth's and electrical tape. Taking a deep breath she looked into the mirror Daryl was holding for her and poured some of the vodka on the wound killing any possible germs. Hayden then began to cut around the bullet hole until it was big enough to put a few fingers in to pull the bullet out. I was the longest few minutes of her life.

After pulling it out she let out a sigh of relief when she looked it over and noticed it was all in one piece. After putting that into her pocket she gave Daryl back his knife. She spit the belt out into her hand, and let out a shaky hoarse breath.

"You can bring out the iron now... the quicker the better... gettin' kinda blurry here." The young blonde girl ran out of the vehicle but turned a deathly pale color when she saw all the blood and the large wound on her side. Quickly passing her the iron she ran to join everyone who opted out of watching and was heard vomiting. "Kay... Someones gotta restrain me... and someones gotta brand me. Any volunteers?" She looked at the only person whose name she knew.

"Awwe hell... I'll hold yeh down but I ain't branded yuh." He moved behind her ready to grab her arms to stop her from moving.

"Thank you kindly." She smiled, her black hair was plastered over her face from the sweat and blood. "Now come on we gotta strike while the irons hot, so to speak... anybody."

"I'll do it." the olive skinned one said taking the iron from her. "Names Shane by the way."

"Okay, thank you Shane." She took a deep breath before putting the belt back into her mouth and biting down as hard as humanly possible. Daryl had a firm grip on her so she couldn't try to squirm away.

"Ready?" Shane questioned looking her square in the eye. Hayden Nodded. The scream was caught in her throat, and her entire body shook. The iron was red hot and she could smell her own skin burning it took all she had not to vomit. Her jaw was clenched so tight she thought she would never be able to open her mouth again. Daryl's grip was firm and even though she backed into him and struggled a bit he never faltered. When Shane finally lifted the iron she was no longer bleeding but she was going to have one helluva scar.