If I'm truly the LAST person on earth I'd do as follows. I'd miss my wife terribly but eventually survival instinct and curiosity about the world would kick in and I'd move on. After gathering a fair amount of canned food and bottled water. I'd stockpile some medical supplies, vitamins, and textbooks. There are no doctors after all, gotta try to stay healthy. I'd also carry with me at all times some form of self-euthanasia. If I became injured in some way where I couldn't help myself I wouldn't want to lay there through a slow and miserable death. I'd get some generators and acquire a loaded fuel truck so I could have electricity for my amusement. This way I could watch DVD's and play video games for some sort of simulated human interaction. I'd base out of some place with a really beautiful view and a good clean water supply. I'd probably do some hunting. Canned food is going to get boring so I'd supplement with deer, rabbit, various poultry, cows, pigs and what not. Basically any animal I've eaten before would end up on my dinner table. I'd have a garden for fresh veggies. I'd read a lot of eastern philosophy, try to make peace with my situation. I'd monitor the radio for any other survivors and from time to time travel and explore. Mostly I'd continue with the day to day tasks of living until I died naturally or offed myself.
Now, under the 6 million other survivors scenario, I'd react somewhat differently. I'd still gather food and supplies first but would put more effort into reaching other people. I'd keep myself well armed in case some nut with a messiah complex and a bunch of goony followers tried to strong-arm me. You know, like if Bush survives. (sorry, I just had ta'!) It'd be nice to have another person to talk to from time to time but I wouldn't look forward to any big organized, rule enforcing, god-fearing government to spring up. I'd stay near enough to other people for the occasional visit but far enough away for real solitude. Then I'd just live.
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Thousands of Monkeys, all screaming at once. Pulling God's finger.
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