All your life you had never known a world without infection, when you were born the rage virus had already consumed the United Kingdom and had been around for three years at that time, having a child in such circumstances probably wasn't your parents' brightest idea but you were here nonetheless.

For years you, your mother, and your father managed to survive, moving around constantly to do so, It was rare that you came across any other survivors but the ones your family did come across stuck with them like glue and soon at least four families were travelling alongside you. With the increased number of people, it also meant that scouting was a lot easier and one day one of the other families in your group stumbled across the Holy Island, a community out on an island that could to be reached by the infected.

You were all welcomed with open arms, after all the more members of the community the better considering there'd be more people going out to hunt, more reproduction, etc. And so for the rest of your life, you had been living here, the island was all you knew and you were contempt with that.

Now at age 25 however, the community was facing a huge problem, which was the lack of children being born, in the village there were about four babies, twelve children and fifteen teenagers, the birth rates on the island were clearly declining and this would definitely prove a problem in the future since most of the people on the island were adults or old, so the council set up 'The Breeding Program.' In short, the breeding program would have a male and a female reproducing at least once every three weeks to increase the chances of pregnancy and therefore increase the birth rates.

Several men and women were selected if they fit the label of being fertile, physically fit, and mentally well, and you were selected for this program, it hadn't come as a surprise to you of course but you were more concerned with the man you'd be paired with. Eventually, you received your answer to that, Jamie.

You had crossed paths with Jamie multiple times but never directly spoke to him. He was about ten years older than you and a very well-respected member of the island considering he was a skilled hunter and equally as skilled with a weapon, it was safe to say you were in good hands, or so you hoped.

And so the breeding program began. You and Jamie had arranged for him to come to your house but you'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous, Jamie was a very intimidating figure after all, and not to mention that his status made him even more imposing. He arrived at your house, meeting you inside just as planned. For a while you both indulged in some small talk but in all honesty, Jamie just wanted to get it over with.

"So..." he mumbled, his gruff Geordie accent filling the quiet room as he leaned against your kitchen counter, his fingers drumming against the edge as his blue eyes glanced around the room momentarily before landing back on you.

"Do ya just wanna get this over with then?" he asked, one of his hands running through his thick beard, in all fairness, Jamie was a gorgeous man, that was probably one of the only parts that made this whole thing tolerable it didn't really change the fact that you were here to get pregnant with his kid wasn't any less daunting.