Life on The Holy Island was quiet for you and almost everyone. The community was a nice one, everyone seemed to get along with eachother and even then, you had to, better that than being mauled by infected, in order to thrive on the island you all had to work together, your job? A seamstress, and a damn good one at that.

Of course there were only a handful of jobs a person could pick from on the island, this wasn't like the stories you heard about jobs like 'accountants' or 'doctors' frok the 28 years before the infection, now there were jobs like farmers, scavengers/hunters, seamstress's etc.

You had always had your eye on one of the scavangers however and that was Jamie. He tended to say hello to you when he passed by though the two of you never bonded, at the time of course Jamie was married and had a son, his 12 year old boy Spike, you weren't a homewrecker, you didn't want to fuck up Jamie's relationship with his wife especially knowing that Isla was very ill though this changed just a few months ago.

It began when Jamie had taken his son Spike onto the mainland as a rite of passage of sorts, everything seemed fine at the after party until a few days later, Spike and Jamie's wife, Isla had just disappeared though no on could go after them, it was the rules after all. During that time you had actually bonded with Jamie, bringing him food and just keeping him company to take his mind off the two.

Soon a letter had arrived from Spike detailing that he wasn't going to return and that Isla was dead, though Spike had implied it was a peaceful one but naturally this still sent Jamie down a spiral and you were his only support, he needed you now more than ever...and one night be it the alcohol or something else entirely you both ended up sleeping together.

This in turn started a sort of friends with benefits relationship between you both, you weren't a couple as much as you would love to be but you definitely weren't just friends either though you weren't sure what Jamie thought, part of you felt and knew he was just using you as a way to de-stress.

Now you found yourself in an all too common occurrence with the man. You lay in Jamie's bed, panting as you stared up at the ceiling, the feel of Jamie's strong body onto of yours grounded you a bit however. You glanced down at the man who looked up at you eith those steely blue eyes, the soft tufts of his beard pressing against your chest, during the moment you had noticed he wasn't all there and even now he seemed to be zoned out.

"You alright?" You asked, bringing a shaky hand to his back, he nodded in response, still seemingly lost in thought.

"Aye...I'm fine..." He muttured softly in that pretty Geordie accent of his though his tone betrayed his expression. His strong arms wrapped around your body...this was definitely new, Jamie never asked for cuddles or anything like that yet here he was, that big gruff man reduced to something like a kitten on your chest.