A bit of Hayden's past, all flashbacks take place when she and Sean were on the road together. Thank you to my 96 reviewers, 60 followers, and 30 favorites!
When Hayden woke up, Herschel began to give her drugs that Daryl and his group had gotten from the veterinary college. There was nothing to do in the cell block since most people who were inside were dying or very sick, but remember the good times before they had met the group.
Hayden drummed her fingers against the dashboard of the old truck. The Georgian countryside surrounded the truck on all sides, the occasional white farmhouse in the distance. The auburn haired girl turned to face her brother, her greasy hair falling into her face. Tucking it behind her ear Hayden stretched her neck, reminiscing in the all too familiar cracks as she moved her neck around.
"Hayden, stop it." Sean tried to sound like he was scolding her but ended up scoffing when she began to crack her knuckles.
"What was that? Ah can't hear ya, there's too much crackin' goin' on ova 'ere." Hayden laughed at the disgusted look on her older brother's face and stopped, looking back out the window. "Where do ya think Daddy is?"
"Gettin' high 'n fuckin' some former stripper." Hayden looked at her brother in disbelief before she began to laugh, slowly at first until she realized that there were tears in her eyes. "Ah ain't kiddin', 'e's prolly too high ta even remember we exist."
Hayden sobered quickly staring in disbelief at her brother. "Sean-"
"It's happened bafore, remember?" Hayden did indeed remember the incident from two years ago but she shook her head. Nodding would mean that it had actually happened and reliving it but shaking her head denied that it had ever occurred.
"'S too dangerous to get high now." She murmured turning to look out the window once more.
"It was bafore too." Sean stated glancing over at his sister before turning their music up to end any retaliation Hayden was planning.
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It was about an hour later when Sean abruptly braked hard, sending his sister flying into the dashboard. There was a massive traffic jam, with a large mass of zombies shambling towards the gridlocked cars filled with screaming people. A man and his family broke out of their minivan and went to run out, towards the Dixons truck but a dozen zombies were upon them in seconds. Hayden cringed as the sounds of their screams filled the air.
Blood was splattered over the windows of cars and in the distance shrieks could be heard even over the loud music that still pumped through the truck. The brother and sister stared ahead at the carnage in front of them, too shocked to do or say anything. They had seen zombies before, sure, but it had only been three days and they hadn't seen anybody else yet.
Suddenly a man broke out of a car and took off running towards the truck. He sprinted past a dozen or so zombies, ending up shoving one of them down right onto a little girl. The zombie bit the girl in the throat, her blood squirting onto the running man's sweat stained white shirt. He pulled out a gun when one got too close and shot it in the forehead.
He appeared at the door to the truck but when he went to open the door Sean easily locked it from his seat. The man stared in disbelief at them and tried to open the door once again but Sean put the truck in reverse, backing away from the yelling man. "HEY! HEY! ASSHOLES!"
Hayden watched with wide eyes as a group of zombies grabbed the man and tore out his throat, blood splattering the surrounding people who were making a break for the open road.
Once they were a safe distance away, Sean spun the car so they were driving forward once again and with gritted teeth kept driving down the road. His knuckles turned white against the steering wheel and his face was unreadable even to his sister.
Hayden Dixon groaned. She was keeping watch as her brother moved their items from the old truck and into a brand new SUV, a few killed zombies lying baking in the hot sun. She heard the sound of something dropping and turned to see a grizzly man with his arms around Sean's neck. A box was lying on the ground, a can of food rolling out of it.
"C'mere slowly bitch 'n give me that pretty knife." The man barked and Hayden looked around seeing movement in the trees at the sound. She bit her tongue hard enough for tears to spring up in her brown eyes.
"What-whatever ya say, just don't hurt us please." Hayden inwardly rolled her eyes at just how pitiful she sounded but at the same time wanted to grin. Her acting skills had significantly improved since she had left for prison the first time not four years ago for petty theft. She was talking loudly enough that whatever in the trees would notice but quiet enough that he wouldn't notice anything suspicious.
"That's right bitch. Just like that." Hayden got closer to him, pulling her knife out of its holster slowly. A few zombies approached and Hayden widened her eyes dramatically.
"Oh mah god, those things! They've found us!" Hayden forced tears out by biting the inside of her cheek. "Help us please we can't defend ourselves." The man released Sean, taking a few steps towards the zombies when a knife appeared in between his shoulders. Hayden ran over to the man, blood pouring out of his mouth and yanked her knife out of his back.
"I've got k-kids, bitch." The man choke out before he stopped moving. Snorting Hayden easily took out the zombies that had approached before helping her brother pack up the truck.
"Ya gettin' rusty Hayden?" Sean asked as he loaded the last of their supplies into the back of the SUV.
"Fuck no, just snuck up on me 's all." Hayden became defensive quickly making Sean grin as he closed the trunk. With a hungry hiss the grizzly man grabbed Sean's forearm and tried to sink his yellow teeth into the flesh. Hayden shoved him off and killed the man once again. Chest heaving she looked at her brother with wide eyes. "'E weren't bit was he?"
"Dunno, ah don't think so." Sean closed the trunk, frowning at the dirt that was on his arm before walking over to the corpse. Kneeling down he took of the man's shirt with difficulty to show that he wasn't bit. "Keep watch 'n don't mess this shit up this time."
Hayden rolled her brown eyes but turned to face the road once again. Taking her carton of cigarettes and lighter out of her back pocket she lit a cigarette, placing it between her lips. Behind her she could hear boots being taken off and thrown along with an odd sound that must've been his pants getting taken off.
"Hayden 'e wasn't bit." The girl turned to face her brother warily, taking a drag of her cigarette.
"Then how-" She began staring at the man's bare chest.
"In tha car, ah don't feel safe out 'ere." Hayden nodded, she got the feeling as well. She climbed in her heart racing. She had killed a man. Not beaten one up, not left one on the side of the road, she had killed someone. All her life she had thought that if she killed someone she would have some sort of psychological break and would never be the same. But it felt no different than usual, just far more excited and comforted than she knew she should've been.
Hayden was pulling her bag into the house when they heard a creak from somewhere deep in the house. Sean put his hand up, raising his crossbow as he crept forward slowly his eyes narrowed into slits. The veins in his arms popped out as he opened the door to a room with scratches all over the door. Behind him his sister was opening a door to what looked like a basement, knife raised as she bit her lip, blood dripping down her chin. Somehow in the dark her tongue darted out between her cracked lips, collecting the blood before swinging the door open.
A zombie was halfway up the stairs but before it could take another step her knife was in its head. When she went to walk down the carpeted stairs to retrieve it, someone darted out of another room, grabbing Hayden's overly bony shoulder and yanking her back up the step. Her hand went to her belt but was met with nothing.
"You alone bitch?" The man whispered, his raspy voice accompanied by the familiar scent of whiskey.
"Yeah, why ya askin'?" Hayden asked keeping her eyes locked on where she knew her brother was standing, the spot was darker than the rest of the wall. She saw him raise his hand pointing at his back pocket. Cautiously she reached her hand back, her long fingers reached for the hilt of a knife that she now knew was there. Her hand wrapped around it raising it slowly from the hilt.
"Are you going to run bitch?" Quickly Hayden raised her arm, slitting the man's throat. Blood squirted all over Hayden, coating the back of her head and clothes. The man tottered for a moment before falling over. Kneeling down Hayden
"Jeremy? You kill that bitch yet Jeremy? She got anything good on her Jeremy?" Her voice was just as raspy as this Jeremy's had been and a moment later Sean crept into the room her voice was coming from. There was the sound of something falling and then Sean left the room, closing the door behind him. Hayden went down to retrieve her knife, pulled the bolt from the man's stringy haired covered head, pushing him down the stairs closing the door after the body hit the ground, the head bleeding into a crimson puddle.
She slipped into the grimy bathroom not long after, opening the window to let in the evening light. She stared at herself, her long auburn hair was stringy from grease and blood soaked, her black beanie that kept her hair from her eyes soaked in blood. Her brown eyes were drooping and bloodshot. She lit a cigarette, staring at her reflexion
The pair had traipsed around in the woods ever since their SUV had broken down in the middle of nowhere two or so weeks ago. They hadn't come across many zombies and that was how they liked it.
"Maybe Daddy went back home." Hayden offered when it grew too quiet for her liking. She was the town Dixon, better with background noise and distractions while her brother was in his element.
"'N maybe he didn't." Sean stated boredly glancing through the green trees. Somewhere in the distance he could hear someone breathing. He put up his hand and they stopped walking the brother and sister on high alert.
Out of the bushes a girl ran, sprinting towards them. Hayden expected zombies to follow but they didn't. Once to Sean the pale girl collapsed, looking up at Sean as if he was heaven.
"Water?" Sean nodded still in shock and handed the hoarse girl their full jug of water. The blonde's eyes widened and she chugged it back drinking in sucking slurps. Water ran down her throat in rivers landing in the ground like mud. When only half the water was left the girl placed the jug in the dirt and laid down wiping her chin. "Can I stay with you?"
Sean nodded numbly as his sister looked behind them as if she expected someone else to come out of the bushes. "Watch 'im, ah'll be back." Hayden pulled her knife out and walked slowly towards the still shaking bush. A long hand covered in dirt emerged, blood covering the fingers. A head of tangled blood streaked blonde hair came after it, stained teeth snapping. Hayden backed up swiftly, her nose wrinkling. The boy behind them shrieked as the zombie pulled itself out of the brush. Hayden swiftly stabbed the zombie, turning around to see a dozen zombies approaching them from the trees. "Sean, behind ya!"
They turned, around the new addition's eyes doubling as he tried to run towards Hayden. She screamed again and Hayden spun around to see what he was looking at. Around twenty were reaching out towards them, their jaws snapping hungrily.
"Climb!" Sean yelled, the girl running towards a tree and climbing as quickly as she possibly could. Hayden slipped her knife into its holster and went up her own tree not far from her brother's. The zombies staggered underneath them as Hayden sat down in the crotch of a tree, getting comfortable unsure of how long they were going to be staying up there.
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Hayden had been lightly sleeping when she heard a groan. Recognizing it as a tree branch that was going to fall Hayden's eyes widened when she saw her brother in a tree the same way that she was. The younger girl was perched on a medium-sized branch but the groan had gotten many zombies to look up and reach towards the blonde.
"HELP!" The girl went to scramble away but she had clearly never climbed trees like these; her movement only made the branch creak more. It gave out when she was only a foot away from the trunk, the entire branch and the girl falling into the waiting zombies. Hayden clapped her hands around her ears as the screams began. It could be a while before all the zombies had had their fill and wandered away.
Also I am considering adding a male OC to make a sort of love triangle between him, Carl and Hayden. So please leave a review about what you think about that!