Tick tick tick. The one sound to drive a man to insanity. Yet, Martyn considers himself quite sane still, despite it playing in his head. Even after the islands around a main land had been cleared of other human contact.

Maybe Martyn is stupid, staying after winning. He thinks he’s being quite clever. Believing that his other half still lies among the seas shore and the islands dirt.

Martyn currently was roaming the island in search of something to eat. Feed his ticking hunger for blood.