Chloe, a shy, but artistic pony, opened her eyes. Where am I? Quickly she gathered her supplies into her leather saddle pack and exited her shelter. As she wandered around in the bitter cold, and the wind stinging her eyes she stopped and stood staring at what was left of a welcome sign. welcome to ponyville. She countinued her journy throught the abounded town, finally spotting a suitable rest spot for the night, Chloe entered the home and collapsed onto the floor. This shelter will be suitable for the night, but find supplies first and sleep later. Chloe dragged her pure white body off the ground and levitated her bag off her back. After an unsuccessful hunt for supplies, Chloe was finally able to rest. She awoke early that morning and continued breaking into abandoned shacks for anything she could get a hold of. Famished and barely walking Chloe spotted shelter. Eager to rest she trotted to the seemingly empty cave. As she entered she bumped into a stallion much bigger than she.
"Uh uh im so sorry, I had no idea anyone lived in here." Blushing she gathered herself off the cold ground and backed up.