For the most part, The Holy Island was a fairly quiet place, and almost everyone within the community was friendly with one another so conflict was rare, after all im the age of the infected you all had to be otherwise the entire Island would likely fall into chaos just like the outside world. The Island was like a sanctuary, one of the only places not to be overrun by those infected with the Rage Virus, it was almost a perfect little sanctuary in that context.

But of course, the community still had its needs, food, clothing etc and so often there were selected members of the community who would be sent out to the 'mainland' to look for such things, one of those amongst them was Jamie. You knew of Jamie, you had spoken a few times but never enough to develop a bond all you knew was that he lived just down the road from you with his son, Spike, and his wife, Isla, who you had heard was deathly ill.

What you also knew was that Jamie was very respected in the community for his skill and loyalty to the Island and he was ready to also pass down that talent to his son. Today had been Spike's first time out onto the mainland with Jamie and to celebrate the community readied a party for when they both returned, a rite of passage of sorts for Spike you were one of the many to help set up the party of course.

As the hours ticked by, more and more people had become concerned with where Jamie and Spike were, the day quickly shifting to night but just before hope was lost both Spike and Jamie returned and so the festivities began.

For the first ten or so minutes, Jamie recounted stories of what him and Spike had got up to on the mainland, clearly overdramatising the entire thing but it was fun to watch nonetheless especially as Jamie got more and more drunk, his stories got more and more absurd as time went on...what you couldn't help but notice however was the fact that his eyes kept meeting yours constantly throughout his stories.

Eventually Jamie joined the bustling crowd of people enjoying the party, what you hadn't expected was for Jamie to come up to you on his own accord. For a while, both you and he chatted with you getting more and more drunk with each conversation until both of you were practically shit faced drunk, clinging to each other as if you were married.

And so it wasn't long before you found yourself being dragged out the back door by Jamie, you had no idea where he was taking you, nor did you care.

"Is anyone following us?" You slurred out, a drunken laugh leaving Jamie's lips as he gripped your hand in his own rough one—calloused from years of work, yet tender in this moment.

"Course not, we snuck out as quiet as two fuckin' church mice!" He blurted drunkenly, it was odd to hear the usually stoic Jamie speaking so 'happily', in reality this was far from the truth, you two had left the party in a fit of giggles. Eventually, however, you both stopped in an alleyway near the coast.

Before you even got a word in Jamie's mouth was on yours, in a sober state you wouldn't have dreamed of doing this, after all he had a son and was married to a sick woman...but for now you just didn't care.