Hi! Thank you for clicking on my story! Now that I finished my story for Outlast, I feel like now is a good time to write other stories, including this one!

I adore Until Dawn, especially ChrisxAshley! Ashley is one of my favorite characters, and yet I see so many people criticize her actions. That led to my idea of having Ashley explain herself by telling the story from her point of view. That's a huge part of what this is. Not only will we be able to see the video game's events through her eyes, but there will also be scenes that would've happened off screen in the Until Dawn universe.

Here is Until Dawn: Ashley!

I don't own Until Dawn!


Parting from my friends brought pain and relief. I oddly wanted both to never leave their sides and yet to never see them again.

This is your fault.

I didn't give as much as a glance to the people I bumped into, despite the glares I received from them. The entire crowd should be glaring at me anyways after what I've done.

They're gone.

Only Josh and Chris got any sleep. The rest of us were up all night waiting for Hannah and Beth to return. By the time the boys woke up, there was still no sign of the twins. The ones who had denied that there was a problem earlier finally agreed that we needed to get help.

All alone in the unforgiving storm.

The rangers insisted that we all go home early. Many of our families were already somewhere else for vacation and my friends were travelling to them. Mine was one that wasn't. I had just gotten off of the plane to find my ride home.

With each step the remorse I felt became more and more unbearable. I was tempted to stop and find a bench so that I could collect myself.

"Ashley!" someone called.

My head whipped in the direction of the person who addressed me. About fifty yards away from me was a man with short, neat red hair and a muscular build. There was no mistaking who it was.

"Dad..." I whispered, knowing he couldn't hear me with all of the commotion. Then I lost it, "Daddy!"

I sprinted toward him. I had yelled so loud that the people who had been between us had gotten out of my way. The tears that I had been holding back began flowing as I ran.

When I finally reached him, I wrapped my arms around him. Though shocked at first, he quickly enveloped me in a protective embrace. While the guilt refused to leave, it felt safer to sob. That's exactly what I did too.

"I'm sorry, Daddy! I'm sorry!"

I kept apologizing over and over. My father, who still didn't know why I had to return early, kept asking me what had happened. All I did was apologize more, ignoring his questions. He eventually gave up trying to get information and just rocked me back and forth as my tears soaked part of his shirt.

We stayed like that for some time until my dad led me out of the airport and drove me home.


How did I do? Is this story worth continuing?

I would love to hear your opinions!