I didn't know much about these guys. All I knew is that I had been hiding in a small room when all of a sudden, four people came barreling Through the door downstairs. I thought they were infected, so I locked the door and hid under my bed.
Then I heard voices. Three men and a woman. One set of steps came up the stairs and jiggled the handle, found it was locked, and the steps went back downstairs. After an hour, I heard silence. There were people down there, and obviously sleeping. I crawled out from under my bed slowly, then crept on my hands and knees to the door. Slowly I reached up and grabbed the handles. Turning it, the door unlocked itself, and I pushed the door open.
I stood up and slowly made my way down the stairs. I looked out and saw four people lying in the ground. The woman, curled up in the corner,was dark skinned, wearing a pink shirt, dark blue skinny jeans and boots. A dark skinned man with a purple shirt and another with an orange shirt and a blue hat and jeans were sleeping in a seated position on the floor againt the wall. Then, there was another man, a dark haired man with a white suit, who was also seated against the wall. His eyes were closed, and his hands clutched a katana. I made my way past him to inspect them all closer when all of a sudden, he yelled. "ONE GOT IN!" Then he grabbed my leg and tried to pull me down, so I screamed. Our yelling startled the other three, and they all surrounded me, weapons raised. The man in the suit still had a grip on my leg, so I started kicking at him, yelling, "Let me go, Let me go!" After a moment, the woman reached down and touched the suited man's shoulder. "Let her go, she's not infected." At her order, he let go of me and stood up.
"Who are you?" The black woman stepped forward after long seconds of silence. "T-Taylor. I live up there, up the stairs and in that room." I pointed up at the ceiling, indicating the room above. The man in the blue hat piped up, a smile across his face. "So that was why the room was locked! I tried it 'n stuff, but it wouldn't open! Man that door really reminded me of the time Kieth accidently got locked in his own clo-" He cut off when the man in the suit pointed his katana at his chest, with a "shut up."
The dark skinned man smiled softly. "Hey, Taylor. I'm Coach, and this lady here is Rochelle. This is Nick," he pointed at the white suitman, "and this is Ellis," he pointed at the orange shirted redneck.
And that was how I met them.
Author's note: hiya! Kinda my first story, but hey why not. LEFT 4 DEAD 2 FANGIRL FOREVER!
Chapter 2 comin' up!