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"
(The scene is pitch black. The sound of crickets and crashing ocean waves fills the background. A tight spotlight illuminates a wooden stockade. Tandy's head and hands are locked in place. Around his neck is a glowing shock collar. He is sweaty, exhausted, and desperately trying to maintain his trademark false optimism.) The_last_man_on_earth_2x04
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.) Below is an original, creative dramatic monologue written
I did that crime, I gotta do that time. C to the T. Classic Tandy. A tight spotlight illuminates a wooden stockade
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.