1st P.O.V.
   Running from the infected is difficult enough as it is. But the worst part about it is if there's more than one infected after you. As I ran through the snow, the icy wind caught in my breath,  making it harder and harder to breathe. My hair flew in the cold winter breeze, and snowflakes kept getting in my eyes. I had just escaped Willow's base, and the infected were after me. They were under her control. I couldn't properly see how many there were, but from what I could see, there were 3 following me. And oh sweet lord Minitoon, were they fast. Since they were under her control, based on how they're acting, they aren't going to kill or infect me, but bring me back to Willow. I was thinking of a way to escape this situation, but it seemed like running was my best bet. So, I ran and I ran until I got to a large building. I ran inside, and slammed the door on the infected, making a loud noise. I heard children's footsteps upstairs, running and playing. I stayed quiet, and I tried to walk upstairs, but I got met with a fencing pole to my neck and getting pinned against the wall by a zebra woman.
    "Who are you and what are you doing here!?" She demanded, and she pushed her fencing pole further against my neck.
    "W-w-wait! My name is (Y/N) (L/N), I d-don't mean any harm! I'm being chased..." As I spoke, I pointed to the window, that showed the infected clawing at the door. The zebra sighed and lowered me and her fencing pole down. She put her hand out to me.
     "I'm sorry, (Y/N). My name's Zizzy. Welcome to the safehouse. " I shook Zizzy's hand and smiled a bit. "You're welcome to stay here for as long as you like, kid." I smiled softly and thanked her. "But (Y/N), we're running a bit low on space at the moment, so is it alright if you're roommates with someone?" I nodded, as she led me to a bedroom, and opened the door.
    "Zee, Zuzy, get out of my room!" A voice called from inside. Zizzy let out a small giggle and walked me in, turning on the light.
    "We aren't Zee or Zuzy, Pony. But, is it okay if (Y/N) stays with you for a while? We don't have any other rooms for her." Zizzy asked kindly, as she looked at a horse boy wiping his glasses off on his bed. Judging by what Zizzy said, his name was Pony. I looked at Pony, as he looked at me. Our eyes met for only a second, but it felt like forever. He was the first to look away, flustered. I smiled softly at him, shy, but trying to be polite. He blushed more at my smile, before putting his hand out to me.
    "H-hello miss! My name is P-Pony!" He spoke quickly, stuttering in between words. I took his hand and shook it. He pulled his hand away quickly and looked elsewhere. I giggled at him and watched Zizzy leave, as I sat on the bed next to him. We talked the whole night, not missing a single detail about each other. And I would be lying if I said that I didn't have a small crush. I fell asleep on him that night. I leaned on him, listening to him talk, as I got sleepier.
   "Yeah, and then I told that trash munching raccoon-," Pony looked down at me, as he realized I was getting tired. He picked me up and sat me on his lap, then laid down on the bed, letting me sleep on him. He sang me a small song before I drifted off.