You are...:
"You are ne of the non-infected. You've survived this long, and you will keep going, no matter what. Some days you wonder if there's any hope left, but you can't give up. Not when there's a chance to save Equestria. YOU are going to find the cure, even if it means facing those you once called friends."

You trek through the woods, the air thick with tension. Each step brings you closer to an old research facility where the cure is said to be hidden. The shadows move, and the trees groan, making everything feel like it's watching you.

Suddenly, a rustling sound breaks the silence. You freeze, your heart skipping a beat. It's not the wind. You tense, ready to defend yourself. Then, a figure emerges from the trees—a pony. Not infected. Their coat is still bright, their eyes not yet tainted. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

The pony:
They smile, their expression weary but hopeful.
"You're one of the non-infected, right? I thought I was the only one left." They step closer, glancing nervously around.
"I can take you to a crew. We're all hunting for the cure too. We have to stick together if we want a cure!"