Waking up and realizing I'm the last human on earth isn't something anyone is prepared for regardless of how much of a loner or survivalist you are, and if I were to find myself in such a situation, I'd be confused and shocked at first, especially as I wonder, where could everyone possibly be? After that I'm certain panic and fear would cave in, as I might begin to suffer from anxiety about what would become of me if I don't find someone else; thereafter grief and loneliness will come knocking, as I'd begin to miss everyone—my loved ones, friends, even the neighbors I hardly speak to but overheard their conversation. Basically, I'd miss having social interactions, and lastly, I guess the feeling of guilt is what I'll be left with, as I'd be wondering, why me of all people? Why didn't I die or disappear with them? Is this even real, or am I in a coma?
So all of the above and many more are what are going to be my first reactions or feelings; trust me, it's not going to be easy, as even imagining it makes me think I can't comprehend the thought of being the last person on earth. Despite the fact that it might seem like an opportunity in light of the fact that I can do anything I want without caring about what others think and the like, it's still depressing to think about. I mean, even if I have money or walk into the bank to pick up money, there won't be any use for it since there's no one to trade with, although thankfully I might at least have what is left of human resources, such as food items, belongings, and multiple houses I can live in, but are those enough to make me sane?
So talking about what I'll do, well, to start with, I'll start by walking around to see if I can locate someone else, just so I'd be reassured that I'm not alone. I'll also try to gather as many food items as I can get as possible, because I mean, I don't know how long I'd be in that state. Sadly, I don't know how to drive, so even if millions of cars were left on the street unattended, it would be useless to me to explore and search for people in other cities. The majority of the first days would be full of anxiety, but I think as I get along, I'd get a diary and start documenting all of my experience day by day. I believe doing that would help me adapt psychologically to my situation. Alongside that, I could even find myself talking to animals or recordings, and that's because I'd really crave social interaction.
Luckily I've got some farming knowledge and skills, and I'm sure that can be helpful during the times when I'd run out of preserved foods or maybe they've all expired. And for the diary I wrote alongside the recordings I did, if an intelligent being were to come around, even when I'm long gone, I'm sure they'll be able to read through my experience, what it feels like to be alone, and how I tried to sail through. But then, talking about how long I can survive being in such a situation, to be truthful, the first thought that came to my mind is that I'd kill myself after about a week of not seeing anyone else, but then, on second thought, if I were to do all that I listed above, I might just be able to stick around for maybe 2 to 3 years.
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