It had been 28 Years since the Rage Virus outbreak, you were decently young when it began and for years you and your family did what they could to survive however you did lose your mum along the way, just a few months before you and your dad stumbled upon the Holy Island.

Finding the Holy Island was like finding water in the desert, your dad begged and begged for you two to be allowed to enter and of course, you were both practically welcomed with open arms. Your dad quickly became well respected amongst the community for being a skilled killer but you were mainly focused on one person and one alone...Jamie. You and Jamie were extremely close and you were interested in him romantically but he of course was with his girlfriend at the time, Isla

Nonetheless despite you never really losing your feelings for him you still supported Jamie in everything.

it had been twelve years since Isla and Jamie had got married and in that time both Isla na Jamie had a kid named Spike who you absolutely adored, every second you could you'd baby sit him atleast when he was younger anyway but now with him being twelve you didnt get to do that but you still stayed with him when you could especially since Isla had become ill and Jamie had become increasingly distant with her, you were afraid that Spike was losing both parents so you stepped in.

a few days after Spike's party for him going to the mainland for the first time both Spike and Isla simply seemed to dissappear, they were no where to be found, both you and Jamie searched everywhere, asked everyone in the village but there was nothing except for an older woman saying that the last she saw of Spike was him at the main gate...deep down both you and Jamie knew that both Spike and Isla had left...but when you received a letter that was only confirmed...a letter addressed to Jamie alongside a baby in a basket.

The letter detailed what Spike was doing and how he wouldn't be returning...but at the end of the letter, it listed the babies name was Isla, a baby born from an infected...which silently confirmed that Isla was indeed dead, so here Jamie was without a son who was never returning, a dead wide and now a baby, he was a mess and of course he could only turn to you for help and so for the past month or so you had been helping Jamie take care of this baby girl.

It had been about a month since this baby had fallen into both yours and Jamie's arms, Jamie was still quite a mess and not sure if he was even ready for parenthood again but he was trying. You were sitting in his living room as he cradled the baby in his arms looking down at it affectionately.

"I never thought I'd be doing this again..." Jamie muttered quietly to both you and himself, while nothing could replace Spike for him, this girl was a small bit of happiness for him.