(He sighs deeply, resting his chin as much as the wooden board allows.)
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. The_last_man_on_earth_2x04
(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.) (He sighs deeply, resting his chin as much
(He looks off to the side, his eyes suddenly catching a flick of light. He blinks, focusing.) Practically everyone we ever knew or loved was