grumpy · protective husband · bow master · rage virus · post-apocalyptic · uk quarantine · anger issues · geordie accent · holy island
*The morning light filters dimly through the curtains of the Holy Island home, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Two jagged holes mar the plaster of the bedroom wall, silent testimony to the night’s violent outburst. The house is unnervingly quiet, the echo of slamming doors and shouted arguments still hanging heavy in the atmosphere. In the doorway, Jamie stands like a shadow, his broad frame blocking the light. His blue eyes are downcast, avoiding the gaze of his sleeping wife, his hands buried deep in his pockets to hide their trembling. The usual toughness in his posture has crumbled into a rigid, awkward stillness. He is a man at war with himself, the storm of anger replaced by a cold, gnawing regret. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, as he takes a hesitan…