I could manage living out my natural life or more likely accidental death but I have to admit, after a year or two sheep would be an option. Or at least not all that ba-a-a-d a choice.
I’d go to the car dealership and find a nice SUV.
Go to a gun store and stock up.
I’d release a bunch of animals from the shelter and zoo (from as save a distance as possible) and find myself a nice pet. .
Find a Barnes and Nobles and stock up on survival books, how to, dvds, entertainment books, etc.
Grab non-perishable food.
Then I would head down to Santa Barbara where I’ll settle near the mission. While enroute I’d stop off at any shelter I could and release whoever. Same with the zoo. I probably won’t release any tigers or such in Santa Barbara, as the last thing I want is to be eaten.
Where I’d live there’s a creek, it overlooks the ocean and isn’t too far from the mountains if I ever need to go there. Besides the occasion earthquakes the weather is pretty stable. Not too cold in the winter and rarely does it get insanely hot.
From there I’ll find one of those nice multi-million dollar and set up camp. From there I’ll head down to the local Costco and Best Buy and grab whatever I need and/or want.
And then I’d watch the world slowly be retaken.
This is actually a mental exercise I’ve been running for the past couple of months.
First, hit the internet and download any and all survival related literature and print and laminate. Also the locations of all military bases in North America. Then I’d raid the local FBI office for any paper files on local survival groups. Then visit those camps and help myself to gear, supplies, and survival books.
Somewhere along the way I’ll pick up a solid 4 wheel drive vehicle and a hand gas pump for when the electricity does quit. Roads will be impassable in some areas in spite of the lighter traffic when everyone went away.
At this point I pack up and shift operations to Dallas. Where I’ll grab a boat and scout for a good home on the shore of Lake Ray Hubbard. Preferably one that already has a propane backup generator, but I’m quite capable of adding one myself. Then find the local propane supply and bring a couple of trucks onsite. Score a few extra generators for when the existing one fails beyond repair.
Locate a parking garage to convert to a warehouse. Concrete roof, walls and floor. Just have to add a few more walls to completely weather and critter proof it. Visit the Dallas FBI office for more files and raid those groups bases.
Take the previous list of military bases and go on a supply tour to pick up enough non perishable clothes and supplies to last 50 years or so if I live out the maximum expectancy and rations to last as long as 150% or rated shelf life.
Then settle in and catch up on my reading and movies.
The big problem for me would be my medications, which are literally keeping me alive. I’d stock up from all the drug stores, but eventually, as expiration dates are passed, I’d run out.
And then there’s the problem with the bad aortic valve in my heart. That’ll give way within a year. Nothing I could do about it.
I’d probably just sit around and masturbate.
Oh yeah. And if theres dead people around you could experiment with necrophilia and no one would pass moral judgement cause no one would care. Jeffrey Dahmer should have been a doper and this scenario could have been his forte. Now wouldn’t that make a good science fiction story.
Wow. What an interesting scenario.
I am already alone, since my wife’s death.
So, being alone isn’t that weird.
But being the last person on Earth?
That’s a little different.
I might not make it.
I have mad survival skills… really.
Trained to hunt and kill with nothing more than a knife and 50 feet of rope (D&D ref noted).
But without a human to talk with… hmmm… I would rather die.
That’s just me right now. If you asked me a year ago, I’d would answer much more fearlessly.
But my dear love is gone. And everything changed.
Hopefully, I will answer better later.
Thanks for reading this.
I think I would go stark raving mad in no time at all. I could only hope to find the courage to kill myself. It would be horrible.
I would stay in Vegas at first - there was a special on one of those cable channels that suggested the ONLY place on earth that would have electricity for years, if not decades, was Las Vegas, due to most of the electricity coming directly from the Hoover Dam and that the power there could run, un-manned, for many years.
So, just in the casinos on The Strip, I would have ample food and drinks for quite awhile and some nice rooms to use. Would wander down to Fry’s Electronics and pick up some toys - laptops and CD’s and DVD’s and books.
There is a nice Lamborghini store at Wynn where I am sure I could find a few cars to drive around to pick up other goodies from other stores. Porn shops with sex dolls? Medical marijuana stores? Oh, and I know of a few multi-million dollar homes that run off solar power here, so I might set up camp there for a few nights as well.
It would take awhile to get used to the boredom - but there are lots of people who live alone for long periods of time and claim you do eventually get used to it.
It actually sounds like the premise for The Quiet Earth.
I would ignore all SDMB moderator instructions. 
I’d live alone for as long as I could and then die; that’s basically what I’m doing now.
Proust.
well, first I’d want to drive about 50 miles north- if everyone disappeared before properly shutting Fermi II down I’d really like some additional distance from it. then I’d probably just faff around looking at stuff until the novelty wears off, then Kevork.
I’d move in next to the solar array farm down the road and hook it up to the closest home that suited my needs. Probably dismantle the array so that I can replace what I need over time instead of letting the excessive power supply deteriorate en-mass. I’ve got in inexhaustible source of canned food and fuel around me so I’d start looking for a serious 4 wheel drive SUV for road trips because the roads will begin to degrade rapidly. I’d Also look start pulling in all the Piper Cherokee airplanes I could find so I’d have something to survey my surroundings with along with enough spare parts to keep it going. I’d raid the local libraries for health and farming books to plan for the conversion over to self sufficiency. Also raid the auto parts store for gas stabilizer. I’d want to use gasoline as long as possible so I could have to build a gasification unit that would allow me to drive a vehicle by burning wood.
Of course, all this is contingent on not knowing everybody is gone. I’d do this as a quest to find other people. Searching for people would be pretty easy by plane.
I would send an all clear signal (will locate a battery bank) to the aliens in exchange for a space ship, unending fuel supplies (for the spacecraft)and a permanent visa to their planet.
Then visit all the planets I always wanted to see. And then… let’s go to the quarry and throw stuff down there.
Well, you could still read the large print books.
Drugs. Lots and lots of drugs.
Sorry to hear that. Hope things get better man.
Haven’t heard of that, but yeah. For those who would search forlornly for another human, how long would you search before giving up? A few years? Decades?
People mention Vegas but even if Hoover keeps going by itself eventually a storm or something is going to mess up a substation or some other important part of the power grid and I’d have no way to fix it. If there’s no good gasoline left I’d be stuck in the middle of a desert.
So, assuming I don’t just shoot myself, I’d head west to California. Once the gas is gone I’d want to be somewhere with a mild climate. I’d free what animals I could along the way and gather anything I come upon that looks useful.
Once there I’d probably set up shop in a big library. A lifetime worth of books to read so I can keep myself entertained (I don’t need glasses 
) as well as learn the things I’d need to learn to survive. Plus there should be a lot of extra space to store my food/water/ammo and other supplies. Most likely I could survive off of scavenging for a few years, at least. If I can learn how to rig up solar panels without electrocuting myself then I’ll have light and entertainment in the form of DVDs and music at least.
After that, well, I’d put up with the loneliness for as long as possible with the hope or meeting people again but I’d probably eat a bullet or take a heroic dose of morphine long before I had to worry about growing my own food.