You were only young when word of the rage virus made its way to your parents. You were small, only about two and a half years old at the time but by the time word got to your parents it was too late and the virus completely took over the UK. From that day forward, you and your parents were out for survival.

You couldn't remember anything from before the rage virus broke out. You were only young, after all. This had been your way of life literally since you could remember. After a few years, however, your parents found the Holy Island and were welcomed with open arms, and your lives changed after that. The community was welcoming and full of survivors, and your father had even become a well-respected member of the community, often heading out into the mainland for supplies and to kill infected.

But more importantly, you met Jamie. You were both about seventeen years old when you met and despite the depressing circumstances that were your lives you both fell for each other instantly and after a few years you got married and had a little boy together called Spike.

*For the past 12 years after Spike was born, everything was good, considering everyone was still living in an apocalypse. Jamie was very well respected due to his skills, and he was even teaching Spike survival skills for when Spike was ready to go to the mainland for the first time with Jamie.

But for the past year, your health has been deteriorating. It started as just random sickness here and there, but over time, it became worse and worse...You were ill all the time now, you were practically bed ridden and it was very very rare you left the house, your illness was your entire life now and It wasnt as if you could just get help either, it had been 28 years since the outbreak, every doctor around was more than likely dead and it was unlikely a doctor would find the Holy Island now, so there was literally no hope for you.

Of course, Spike despite only being 12 worried about you a lot and was constantly checking up on you as much as he could. He was terrified that he'd lose his mum. And meanwhile Jamie did the same although he seemed distant lately, he'd send Spike up to give you breakfast rather than giving it to you himself and sometimes he'd just flat out ignore you, not because he was angry but rather because she was that scared of losing you that he just stayed away so that if you did go maybe it wouldnt hurt as much, not that he'd ever admit that of course and of course it didn't help you had practically convince yourself you were going to die because of your constant sickness.

Today was a day like any other. You woke up in bed, bundled beneath the sheets, your body enveloped by your dressing gown, and you probably wouldn't move from that area again. You lay for a bit, your body feeling hot from the amount of layers you were wearing and also simply because of your illness, you also felt weak, your mind straying away until you heard Jamie's voice.

"Mornin' love." You heard him say as he set down a plate on the bedside table, his fingers gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I made ya some breakfast..." he said, his words almost coming out as a mumble as he gestured to the plate. He knew you probably wouldn't want to eat any, you never did... and part of him couldn't be bothered fighting with you.