Dawn of Nightmares

Chapter 1 of my Life is Strange/Until Dawn crossover story, enjoy.

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Now onto the story. As a note, for the first few chapters, as each character is properly introduced, at the point where said scene happens in the game, where there is a freeze-frame and the character's name, a brief description and three defining personality traits are shown, I will be adding those moments in, so please, bear with me :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange, Until Dawn or their characters.


Chapter 1

Seated in her seat on the bus, the young woman looked out of the window as it drove on, watching the snow that fell, so much of it already blanketing the ground, the trees of the forest that the road cut through, making its way towards her destination, the Prescott Mountain. The young woman was eighteen years of age and a little below medium height with chin length brown hair blue eyes and pale skin. She had notable freckles and a skinny build. Her name was Max Caulfield, and, although she had headphones, connected to an iPod plugged into her ears, she wasn't actually listening to the music.

'Can't believe I'm coming back here...after last year?' She reflected.

Max had been at the Prescott Lodge last year, when Stella and Brooke had disappeared.

She shook her head. 'They never found them, even now, a year later, they've never been found and, and yet, still we're going there...'

Max couldn't help but wonder how she had been lucky enough to once again win the competition at her school, Blackwell, to win a trip to the Prescott Lodge. Having won the contest, along with five others, she was now heading there, hoping to meet up with the others. She knew the others and knew one of them was her best friend, Chloe, despite Chloe not being a Blackwell student. She was coming as a guest of one of the other winners; so in all there was seven guests, along with their teacher chaperone.

Realizing where she was, Max quickly got out of her seat and approached the driver.

"This is my stop here."
The driver nodded and stopped and Max disembarked from the bus. With a sigh, she looked around as the snow gently swirled around her. She was glad she had chosen to dress warmly. She had chosen a pair of warm camel trousers, a pinkish sweater underneath a black winter jacket along with brown calf-high boots.

As the bus drove off, Max did not notice a black-clad figure who was wielding a machete, who stood on the other side of the road, watching her for a moment before turning and walking away. With the bus having driven away, Max prepared to make her way up to the cable car station, which would take her up the mountain, closer to the lodge. She knew that the others would be arriving, or were already here.

She approached the gate and, after a pause, opened it and closed it behind her, looking up at the path ahead.

XXXXX

Max Caulfield
Has unsaid feelings for Warren
Quiet, Resourceful, Kind.

XXXXX

As she began to take a step forwards, she heard a distinctive noise. It sounded like a twig snapping and she could swear that she heard heavy breathing.

"Hello?" she called out, looking around, worried. "Someone there?"

No response. The noises then stopped. Shaking her head and suddenly feeling paranoid, Max began to walk up the path, her boots crunching through the snow. It didn't take her long to reach the gate. She reached out a hand to open it, but stopped.

'Huh? What's this?' she wondered, spotting a note attached to the gate.

She picked it up and read it. "The gate is busted. Climb over. Warren."

She sighed and shook her head. "Since when? I thought it...ugh, never mind."

Looking around, she finally spotted a possible section of wall to her left that she could scale. She walked over and immediately began climbing, going as quickly as she could. She stopped for a moment, looking up and judging the distance. Taking the risk, she jumped up, grabbing the top edge of the wall. She pulled herself up with a grunt and once on top, deftly leapt down, bending her knees to absorb the impact. She straightened up, smiling once she was on the other side, and resumed her walk.

She glanced around again, sure that she had heard something again. She had a strange feeling that something or someone was watching her. She brushed the feeling off, however, stopping when she saw something else. Smiling, she squatted down, gently lifting up a small pile of nuts and holding out her hand with the nuts in them.

"Hey, cute little squirrel." she said, quietly. "C'mon, it's alright."

She stayed as still as possible until the squirrel came up and took the nuts from her hand before scampering off.

Straightening up, Max laughed softly. "Cutie."

Still smiling, she made her way up to the lower cable car station, looking for any sign of the others. The only other person that she knew for certain would be around here was most likely Warren. She looked around, however, and didn't see anybody.

"Warren? You here?" she called out to no reply.

She paused and spotted Warren's bag. "Your bag is here, so where are you?" She looked around, but he wasn't around.

She jokingly called out, "You're not IN the bag, are you?"

It was then that she spotted something else. Warren's bag had its front pouch unzipped, his phone was slightly hanging out, and the screen had just lit up, vibrating.

"What do we have here?" she wondered aloud, pondering briefly on her options at the moment.

In the end, her nosiness got the best of her and she pulled the phone out of it's pouch.

"Ah-hah, what have we here...Oh?" She muttered, noting the text was from Warren's sister, Emma.

Hey nosy."

She yelped, spinning around. Standing there was a tall lankly built young man of almost seventeen with short messy brown hair brown eyes and fair skin. He was dressed in dark gray jeans, a beige sweater with a blue parka coat over it and black baskets. It was Warren.

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Warren Graham
Has a crush on Max
Genius, Protective, Compassionate.

XXXXX

Warren gestured to the phone in Max's hand.

"Um, my phone?" He pointed out. "What are you thinking…?"

Max shook her head. "I...I'm sorry, I just, it was ringing and, and..."

Warren sighed. "Yeah, well, I can take it from here."

Max handed the phone over, feeling guilty for breaking Warren's trust like that. Nevertheless, Warren recovered well and soon was smiling again as he put his phone away and pulled his backpack back on.

"Alright, let's get going huh?"

Nodding, feeling relieved, Max followed Warren as they reached the door to the cable car station and entered the building itself.


End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.