Inspired by the one-off/miniseries Life After People and Clarke’s Childhood’s End. One day you wake up, alone. If you have an SO or kids, their absence is the first thing that will tip you off that something is wrong. Turning on the TV or radio results in static or pre-recorded messages. The internet, where you aren’t getting 404’d, hasn’t been updated since a few hours after slipped in to a deep sleep.
You try every number you know, they all ring out. Looking outside you see deserted streets, cars left on the road where their human owners have disappeared. Your shouts meet with echoes.
You are the last human on the planet. How everyone vanished, or why you were left, is unknown - you were asleep and there’s nobody left to ask. Perhaps the Rapture happened. Perhaps a scientific experiment went horribly wrong. Perhaps aliens abducted the population. You’ll never know. There are no bodies, no zombies or monsters, humanity has simply disappeared overnight (including the astronauts).
So, what’s next for you? The internet is doomed; if you’re lucky you’ll get a day or two of electricity left. If you’re really lucky and live near a hydroelectric plant you might have months, but the servers around the world are shutting down. Within a few years, with no humans around for maintenance, the world begins to crumble, rust and become overgrown.
If you’re a female and hope that your womb will be humanity’s second chance - appreciate the sentiment, but all viable genetic material for the process has also vanished. Like it or not, humanity will die with you.
It’s not all doom and gloom. Free of all commitments, responsibilities and obligations, you experience total liberty for the first time. You can do whatever you want. But what is it you do?
Whip up some explosives and go nuts? Travel to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue to set up your new home? Try and save the millions of abandoned domestic animals? Sequester yourself in deserted laboratories and try and uncover the secrets of AI, to pass along the legacy of humankind? Take a trip to the nearest gun shop and give yourself a buckshot mouthwash? Go back to the wild and live as our ancestors did?