You wake up one morning to your bed. You noticed that everything is gone. No people and everything that is man made is gone except for your bed and the best set of clothes to protect you. What do you do?
The only prediction I can make with any certainty is that I would die alone.
Die rapidly, since I live fairly deeply in a forest that now has no roads, I don’t know how to build a shelter, nor what plants I can eat–and in any case the medicines that keep me alive no longer exist. But at least I’ll be snappily dressed.
Sleep in.
Cry.
Then promptly go insane from stress and hunger and spend the next week and a half punching trees until I die bloodied and broken.
Will my dogs still be alive?
Go back to sleep until it’s over.
Well, actually I’d probably have to get up and pee first. . .
keep walking until i get to a warm climate, then get naked.
My wife & children would be missing in this scenario. I’d do my damnedest to find them. If I were convinced they were dead, I don’t see why I would care what happened afterward.
Before anything else, I’d at least wonder whether I time traveled or landed on an alternate universe Earth.
It seems a lot easier to move just me than it is to move everything and everyone else, especially given that I was magically given my best clothes.
Luckily, I have a survival bed which disassembles into a useful array of tools such as knives, axes, tents, hunting rifles and the like. You would think such a bed might be uncomfortable.
I’m not making that bed for damn sure!
There’s no TV, so I’m just gonna jump off the nearest cliff.
Considering that my glasses are man-made and I am now blind, I’d have to find a way to kill myself. ( :rolleyes: I was going to tell a story about moving into the library and then accidentally breaking them, then I reread the OP. 
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I once outlined a story about the last (or so) person on Earth; humans had been wiped out by an advance virus to clear the place for colonization. The protagonist spends the ten years before arrival of the colonists finding every nuke on the planet and placing it for maximum destruction of resources and habitable areas.
Yeah, I was about 20. Why are you asking?
My best clothes? And people told me the “12-layer look” would never catch on. 
Seriously-I would find a temporary shelter and cobble some tools together, along with a net for fishing. I would travel along the coast southward from Portland until I find a climate that agrees with me. Plenty of food on the beach, and it’s safer to build a fire there. Eventually I build a more permanent shelter on a cliff with an ocean view.
I’d assume that I was insanely delusional, which would cause me to freak out and go insane.
If I remained functional to some degree, I’d rig a vine snare and catch one of the neighbourhood deer for dinner. I’ve never snared anything larger than a porcupine, so I don’t know if I would succeed or not.
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I wouldn’t last long, since there’d be no food, water or medications that keep me alive. But most importantly, my partner would be gone. Not much incentive to stay alive. I suppose I’d slash my wrists.
The first thing to do is check under the mattress to see if there is any porn (on the off chance that it somehow is the bed of a pre-internet teenager.)