Yo what's up! This is my Left for Dead series and I am really excited to finally get it onto paper! (Well, not paper, but you know what I mean.) OCs are going to be accepted but don't give them meta-human abilities or anything. This is Left for Dead and I'm only accepting OCs that sound relatively normal. I need a name, apparel, preferred weapon, and a personality file (optional). I reserve the right to create a personality if none is given. Last but not least, I don't own Left for Dead but I do own my characters! No stealing! Enjoy the story folks!

"Hey Ash, are you sure that you know where you're going?" He asked her doubtfully. Ashley turned to give her best friend a nasty look. "Of course I know where I'm going! I'm the one who has the map!" She turned to face the map and the road again while he lowered his head to the ground and mumbled, "Doesn't mean you know how to read it." She quickly whipped her head back to him, giving him a menacing glare. "What was that?" He raised his head and said a bit louder, "I said that it's a good thing you can read it!" "Damn straight," she replied.

Ashley Williams and Connor O'Brien had been friends since the 6th grade, and with everyone that they knew & loved dead & gone all they had was each other. Despite being in the same grade, Connor was a year older than Ash. Even though he is extremely intelligent Connor had managed to flunk enough classes to be held back a year. Which was when he met Ash. They were friends but only ever talked during lunch and recess. The coming of the apocalypse changed that.

Now they wandered the lifeless regions of Oklahoma, searching for supplies in a desperate attempt to stay alive. There weren't many zombies around lately due to some drunk red-neck idiot in a pickup who was blasting and singing "Merica!" while firing a shotgun in the air. Most of the zombies heard that for a good mile or two and chased him off into the distance. Now it seemed to be deserted.

Ashley abruptly stopped walking and glanced around, occasionally glancing back to the map. "Hey, everything okay?" She turned to look at Connor and her eyes glanced over him quickly. His dark brown hair curled messily down his face and around his head, just reaching the neck. His deep green eyes shone brightly against his blood-red leather jacket. Under the jacket he wore his black T-shirt and black arrowhead necklace. He wore gray & black fingerless baseball gloves and black combat boots. His black jeans were strapped with holsters for his two silenced mac-10s. His ammo belt was stocked full of ammunition and his AK-47 was slung tight across his back, he had found a silencer for that as well in a gun shop. He didn't like to attract attention.

Her eyes lifted up and locked with his bright green ones. She saw her own light gray eyes reflected in his perfect irises and held his gaze, entranced by those two perfect emerald circles. Then she realized that she had held his gaze for WAY too long! She abruptly averted her eyes and hoped that the absence of light did something to hide the rush of color to her face. He stooped down and brushed a stray strand of her long brown hair away from her face and studied her quizzically. "Oi, you alright?" He asked with his slight Irish accent. She shook her head and brushed away his hand and took a few steps back. "I-I'm fine, l-lets find a place to stay for tonight. Okay?" She said with a slight stutter. "Yeah, it is gettin' a bit dark and we really can't afford to waste ammo on a horde right now." They were in a small neighborhood a few miles from the highway but most of the houses looked ransacked already. It had only been a few weeks and people have already looted most of the area before moving on. Connor was thinking that that might be their best option. But first, they needed to sleep. He looked around and spotted a small one-story house further down the block that looked promising. "There," he pointed. She looked at the house and could barely get a word out before he grabbed her hand and began to walk towards the house. "H-hey!" she complained. "What? Something wrong?" he asked. "Uh, no. No, lets just get to the house." She said and walked with him until they stood on the front porch. She looked up and studied the house.

It was a white one-story house with a single red brick chimney. The garage to their left was attached to the house and was shut tight. Connor approached the front door and pulled out both of his mac-10s. He put his back to the wall and looked at Ash, nodding towards the door. She nodded back and pulled out her hunting rifle. She walked up to the door and tried the doorknob. It was open. She lightly pushed the door open and swung the tac-light on her gun around the room. There was one zombie who had its back turned to the door. When the light didn't phase it Ash walked up slowly and brought the butt of her rifle down on its neck, killing it with a crack. She heard the door quietly shut and felt Connor behind her, examining the house with the tac-lights on his mac-10's. The inside appeared to be a standard layout, like most other houses in this part of Oklahoma it had a main hallway that connected to the bedrooms and a bathroom or two. The left side of the house was where the kitchen, living room, and the door to the garage would be. They exchanged a look and nodded, they'd done this before. Ash cautiously walked down the right hallway to check the rooms while Connor went left to sweep & clear the living room.

There were four doors connected to the hallway. Ash was about to enter the first bedroom but decided that a rifle wouldn't be too useful inside. She slung it across her back and pulled out her magnum. The recoil was killer on her arms and shoulders if she used it too much, but that's why it's a sidearm. The weight of the powerful handgun felt comforting in her hands, it gave her a sense of power like nothing could touch her as long as she had it to defend her. She pushed the door open and found a bedroom that had definitely belonged to a little girl. The walls were pink and the carpet was a beige color. Little stars dotted the ceiling and the walls were covered with hand-drawn pictures and posters of MLP. There was a large doll house in the corner next to a closet. She walked over to the closet and opened it. The clothes there seemed to belong to a 9 or 10 year old girl and was entirely too small for Ash. She closed the closet door and walked back into the hallway.

She walked to the next door and when she opened it she found two zombies standing in the middle of the room. Upon hearing her enter they turned and snarled at her, their dead gray eyes fixated on their new snack. Ash quickly brought the magnum to bear and aimed for their chests. She pulled the trigger and felt the gun shove back as it sent its deadly payload towards one of the zombies. The shot made a giant hole in the zombie's chest and blood burst from the wound. The other zombie ran towards her but fell back when she pistol-whipped it with the heavy barrel. She shot it's exposed back and looked around the room. This was a boy's room, probably a teenager's. She stepped over the bodies and inspected the room further, but then something caught her eye. She looked towards the far right wall and saw a katana in it's sheath hanging on the wall. There were assorted knifes and machetes hanging around it but many of them seemed to be fake. She took a good look at the katana and the knifes. The katana was real, so were the knifes but if she had to use a knife to kill a zombie she would have to be VERY desperate. She lifted the katana off of the wall and walked back into the hall with it. The next door was just a bathroom with cabinets of bandages, gauze, and some travel toothpaste.

She wandered over to the last door and opened it. Then she saw the motherload. Judging by the queen sized bed this was the parent's room and on the bed was a large pile of guns. I mean, you could defend Fort Knox with this! She looked around but didn't see any more zombies. This was awsome! But, who would have this many guns in the middle of a city? Or a better question, who would leave them? Before she could think of any answers she heard multiple gunshots coming from the garage, but that wasn't right. Connor's guns were silenced. Then she heard Connor shout in pain, which was followed by other shouts. But those didn't sound like zombies, they sounded like...

people.

Hey! Hopefully that wasn't too bad. I'm still working on my writing style and dialogue is tricky for me. If you have story or character ideas you can PM me or just say them in the reviews. Enjoy the rest of your day! (Or night.)