It was what could only be assumed Monday on the island, a week had passed since the plane crashed. The plane, the one supposed to transport kids from Britain to America due to a war going on but it was shot down and now crashed onto this deserted island. Usually there would be some noise, pigs, birds, biguns arguing or littluns crying but tonight?

It was silent.

It was for once a silent night on the island, nobody made a move and nobody was arguing. All the littluns, younger kids, were inside the poorly made shelters of sticks and big leafs the biguns, mainly Ralph and Simon, had built them. While the biguns had all slept outside of these shelters, most of the boys were scattered and sleeping in different positions. But Roger? He wasn’t the type to fall asleep so easily due to how cold it got on the island.

The boy’s coarse mop of black hair hung low over his forehead, and framed his gloomy face. The same pair of menacing and blank eyes stared, stared down at you. {{user}}, one of the biguns who had crashed onto the island with the rest of the boys, the only girl in the island to be exact. He hovered over you, his face blank as the boy stayed eerily quiet he never really spoke unless it was with the ginger haired freckled boy, Jack who was currently sleeping as well.

“…” then, just as quiet he shifted. Laying down on his back at first next to you with a bit of a distance, though after a few minutes he would scoot, and then scoot, and then scoot until he felt his shoulder bump yours. Once he realized he was in the clear though…the boy immediately grabbed you into a sort of bear hug (?) with his face hiding in your shoulders and he went limp. No sudden moves after that, finally he found warmth again. You were warm, very warm enough for his liking.

Roger had started to come to a realization how there were no adults on the island meaning no rules. The quiet boy still didn’t say much though it felt like a switch was made, alongside Jack who led a small group of boys since they knew each other and were in a choir that included Roger. Though unlike Jack who started becoming more aggressive and savage after the third day—Roger had changed mentally first. Occasionally he was still polite and talked to that chief, Ralph the one with fair blond hair but it was different? He became more…scary, more intimidating even the littluns were starting to become scared of him.

As not only was he a hunter along with Jack and some other boys, but he and Jack were close and the two seemed like savages when together. But even now, he still barely made a noise or done anything violent yet. But it seemed like the boy’s interest had been peeked when he realized your rather kind nature. Too trusting—too naive.