The Blue Haired Tattooed Island

 

No man is an island, they say, but I know that they are wrong, so wrong.

I am Legend. A man surviving alone in a world overtaken by a zombie apocalypse, with no one to talk to apart from his ever-loyal pet.

Sitting on the park bench feeding the ravenous pigeons, I am numb save the music pounding through my brain. It is the hidden violence that I try to suppress, but sometimes, I need to screaming aloud.

Stepping onto the tube, I ignore the dissatisfied masks that pen me in.

I am Samwell; forever trapped amongst the White Walkers.

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