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A week after Zizzy’s infection.
Player and Pony were laying in their respective beds in their shared room. Player was laying in their bed, lighting up a cigarette. It had been a long week, especially after Zizzy’s infection. Neither Pony nor player took this loss well. As player breathed in the toxic smoke from the nicotine, Pony rolled over to look at Player across the room. “Hey, player?” Pony quietly huffed. Player looked at Pony acknowledging his call. They huffed out the grey smoke they inhaled before speaking to Pony. “Whats up?” “Can I- never mind.. stupid question” Pony almost immediately retracted his question. Player sat up, a worried look on their face. “No, no. Ask. It’s not a stupid question.” Pony sighed. “May I have a cig?” Player looked a little surprised but shrugged as they grabbed a cigarette out of the pack and handed it to Pony with their lighter. Pony raised the cigarette up to his lips and lit it with the lighter. He handed the lighter back to player, who had a slight shock at Pony’s actions. “Damn. Didn't take you for a smoker.” “Old habits die hard.” Player chuckled lightly, leading to a wheezing cough. They cleared their throat before speaking again. “I get that. Just took me by surprise” Pony exhaled the smoke as he had a slight smile on his face from Player’s comment.
Ten days after Zizzy’s infection.
Pony was looking through Zizzy’s stuff, trying to look for anything that he could keep in memory of her. As pony was rummaging around a box of items she never opened after the infection started, he pulled out an old photo of Zizzy and Pony when they were young kids. Pony looked at the photo. “She looks so different” Pony smiled, knowing the tough journey that Zizzy went through when the infection wasn't even a thought. Pony felt something roll down his cheek. He gently placed the photo down and wiped his cheek and eyes. Was he crying again? God.. so pathetic. He should be over her by now. Pony sighed as he put the box away and took the photo with him back to the bedroom. There player was, smoking another cigarette. They also had some meds on their night stand. Pony noticed the meds almost immediately. “What are those?” Player looked up from whatever they were doing and looked at Pony with a confused look before realising what he was talking about. “Ohh! These? Just some stuff I got to distract myself from all this infected shit.” Pony sighed as he walked to his be. He placed the photo on his nightstand before laying down on his bed. He sighed before asking Player a question. “What do you think Zizzy could be feeling right now..?” Player rolled their eyes “again either these questions, she wont be feeling anything right bow because she’s completely infected.” Pony sighed again. “Your right. Im gonna try to get some rest.” “Alright, good luck.”