Below is an original, creative dramatic monologue written from Tandy's perspective during his long, isolated night in the stockade before the fire breaks out. The Monologue: "C to the T"
I did that crime, I gotta do that time. C to the T. Classic Tandy. The_last_man_on_earth_2x04
(He looks off to the side, his eyes suddenly catching a flick of light. He blinks, focusing.) Below is an original, creative dramatic monologue written
It’s just... it's lonely out here. The world ended. Practically everyone we ever knew or loved was wiped out by a virus. And here we are, the last handful of human beings left on the giant blue marble, and I am locked in a box. We have all the space in the world, and I have about three square feet. Classic Tandy
(He chuckles nervously, but the laugh cuts short into a pained wince as he shifts his neck, nearly triggering the collar.)
Citronella spray and electricity. A true sensory experience. Who needs five-star spas when you can have high-voltage shock therapy on a beach in Malibu? It's all about trust, guys! I get it! I really, truly do. (He looks up at the stars, his voice softening.)