This Is the Way the World Ends; Not with a Bang But a Meme

Splotchy tagged me on this incredibly bleak meme created by a fellow I don't know called JDC.

The question is:
"You wake up tomorrow and every person on the planet has vanished. What do you do?"

The replies are:
Day One
Week One
Month One
Year One

DAY ONE
I admit it: after scanning TV and radio and driving around looking for someone, I'd do a lot of crying that day. I think the loneliness and the silence would be overwhelming. Would there be animals? Gosh, so many dying house pets. It would be just me and my rabbit, then. And with no one to maintain the power or the production of food, I'd be thinking a lot about my options running out.

WEEK ONE
By now, I think I'd be writing things down; just a record of the end of humanity. I don't know who or what will be left to read it, or will find it in the future, but it's the only way I could probably make sense of the sheer enormity of being the only person left on the planet.

Probably, I'd have moved into the local Wal-Mart by now. I could build Thumper a very large play area and have food to feed him, and a supply of food for myself (for a couple of weeks at the most). I could stock up on supplies for my eventual move (I'm not going to sit here through the winter if I'm the only person left) and use the exercise treadmills and bicycles to get myself in shape to survive.

MONTH ONE
Using my time in the Wal-Mart to get in shape and stock up, I'd have stolen someone's SUV by now and be filling it with tents, weapons (for possible hunting), fishing gear, seeds, notebooks, and other items I could use. Probably some books, too, to fill time. Assuming Thumper is still alive, I'd be getting gear ready for him, too--a collapsible cage, something for him to travel in, lots of food and hay--because I'm not abandoning him. A bicycle and some tires and an air pump and tire repair kit. Car supplies. Some CDs for the journey. Gas will be in the pumps for a while, so I think we can make it into California before winter. I'd gather up as much food and water as I could carry and prepare to scrounge what I can along the way.

YEAR ONE
I've always liked boats; when I get to California, Thumper and I can locate a sailboat and take off west. Maybe someone will be alive out there. Maybe it will be just me. I suppose I'll just keep going and writing and reading and killing time until I die. What else is there?

Bleak.

I tag MC.