The first thing I do in the morning is turn on the news. Either there won’t be any power, or there still is, but nothing is being broadcast. Either way, I’d head over to the neighbor’s house to see if they know anything. There is no answer at the door, so it’s time to head out a bit further. The garage door may need to be manually activated, and thank goodness…the car still runs. A drive down to the local 24-hour convenience store finds the door open but either vacant or containing dead bodies. It’s the same story for the McDonald’s a couple of doors down.
Panic sets in, so I drive to the local police station. There is no help to be found there, nor at the fire station. The next thoughts are, “What in the world happened, and how far does it extend?” After heading home to contemplate the scenario, I decide to pack up a few items and head out to another town. Several stops find the same scenario. It’s time to head to my family 11 hours away.
If the gas pumps don’t work, it will require getting over the ethical tug of taking someone else’s vehicle. It finally dawns on me to find a hospital, which typically have a back-up generator, to see if I can find a sign of life on the internet and contact loved ones, including my SO who is in England. Humanity is silent.
It would be time to focus on survival: shelter, water, food, light, and a library. If I’m still here, then surely someone else is. A library would provide information on how to learn Morse Code and how generators work. And it’s time to learn how to create a garden.
As devastatingly depressing as this situation would be, I don’t think that I could kill myself, unless something happened to my health, be it disease or an accident. I doubt that I could give up hope in finding another human being.