Oh Rhett, whatever shall I do?

Imagine it. The world as you knew it is gone. More than ninety-five percent of the population is dead. Their bodies are strewn about like so much litter. Everywhere you look is someone you knew, someone you loved, someone you hated. Lying there. Putrefaction setting in. You are one of the lucky (?) ones who survived.

What do you fear most right now? What will you do? How do you and the few who remain amongst the living go about setting the world back to rights? Do you run to the mountains to live alone and try to forget everything that has happened? Or, do you fall back on that primal instinct to gather together as a herd?

Imagine yourself in this new, desolate world. What goes through your mind? What’s the first thing you’d want to do? Share your thoughts with me!