What if you were the only and last person left on Earth. How will you survive and what would you do with your life?

I filed the thoughts about finding a Real DOll* in the back of my mind, it was going to be complicated to find one anyway. They sniffed at the corpse. I called them off, I didn't know what the dog might have and set about burying it quickly with the Backhoe in the field behind the house. I'd be burying a lot of shit out there I knew that.

Sooner or later I'm going to get injured. Despite the amazing care I'm going to take from here on in, there is no one to help me if I fuck up, I'm going to have to be careful. That means no climbing, no drink driving just because I can, no fucking around with anything that could kill me, or injure me. So. I stop at a pharmacy and take a long time going through the draws, I don't yet need any kind of gun as I haven't seen many animals, but I know that won't take long. I can hear animals all over town, mainly the sad howls of the surviving dogs. I know that I don't have the empathy to go through every property and let all the animals out, they're almost all going to die in place. Sadly, that's probably going to be a thing that is neccessary. I remember working in northern Greece where you didn't dare get out of the car in the industrial zone because of the dog packs. A dog bit the wing mirror off our car once reinforcing the point.

They sit often and watch the sun go down whilst I tend the vegetable plantation in the reinforced greenhouses I put up.

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Tyres have a shelf life, they eventually break down, this is probably what blew the tyre on the last one.

I really miss a glass of hot milk, there are some things that have gone forever over the years and it would have been too dangerous to get one of the wild cattle in just for milk. I'd literally kill anyone alse at all for a bit of cheese, I haven't found any edible cheese for a decade and no one to kill for their cheese either.

Well, many have thought about this, many have prepped for this. 99 times out of a hundred people go the wrong way and die.

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Shelter. Wild animals. No humans left, so things aren’t that bad for your feet up on the porch having a beer looking into the distance. Humans are generally reticent to fight or attack other humans, animals less so. Again, it depends where you live. We’ll come back to this.

Leg protection, the vegetation now completely liberated to do its thing is trouble for clothes, so motorcycle style leg protection. Originally they were bright green, but fashion victim that I am, had to paint them black. I heard R'n'R sniggering at me in "dog".

Walkabout. Sooner or later you'll need to go on a road trip, if for nothing than to keep your sanity.

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I declared myself an honoury Mormon. The girls can't swim. So don't build a deep pool, drowning yourself rescuing a silicon sex doll will make you the stupidest dead horny human on the planet.

What am I looking for in this pharmacy? A sprinkling of useful stuff that I have already taken for various injuries or ailments, if you don't know what it is or does, it is useless to you. The internet doesn't work anymore, so the reference book I need to get is in another town, in the top drawer of my doctor. She's gone, so I can get it and have a reference work for drugs that I made need. I make a point of visiting every library I can, I've got a lot of knowledge, but more won't kill me.

The weekly gun practice kept a lot of animals away I imagine, they're not stupid. My hearing was still good, I wear protection. The helmet I wear has some protection built in.

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I won't go into it anymore, but the three girls I brought back from the factory regularily have gin n tonics with me in the inside pool I built in one of the neighbours out buildings, I cut and fit a full wall of double glazing and we have gin n tonics in a heated swimming pool with Pink Floyd playing on 50k€ of stereo gear that I snaffled over the last three and a half years. Yeah, we skinny dip listening to “Echoes”.

How much of this hypothetical storyline is based on experience, I leave up to you. *Definitely *some of it. The rest of course is hypothetical. But I had fun writing it. If you've read all of it, well done. It was long and rambly.

Wear the seatbelt.

Why do I get spun and then want big fat cocks to suck?

That's an important thing, you've got to trim down on everything else, nothing useless. Clear the space, don't mix up your junk, clean up after you, bury or burn your trash. Better to burn it thouroughly as smelly garbage will attract animals.

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Shiela 1, 2, and 3. Just in case you were wondering, I don't have a lot of imagination.

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It was the wierdest experience I'd ever had. Be prepared for shocks when you're the only one left in a world where animals roam. Two and a half years of no human intervention was a surprise on Paris, it was a forest. The growth had been startlingly fast.

Buried the dog deep with the backhoe, then did a full walk around of the fence and the compound carrying a loaded but safety on, machine gun. I cannot stress this enough. The fence was off whilst I dealt with the corpse, you have no idea what might have gotten through in the meantime. Check and re-check. Always.

Get yourself a couple of aircon units though for the summer. That’s a nice little bonus.

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I cook though, I eat like a King, always at table, always dressed for dinner, the girls too. The dogs wait patiently for scraps (the girls plates, just for continuity) and I listen to a bit of comedy on a smaller sound system from the computer.

I didn't bring the Toyota back, when something is dead, you can't waste time and energy that could turn bad on you on something that can be easily replaced. I went and found another one, spent three weeks getting it going and put re-enforced tyres on it, cursing myself that I hadn't done that before. I also put a bigger stronger bumper on it, for the vegetation...

Having closed down the house and compound, wrapped the backhoe and assorted equipment, disconnected the batteries to stop them going flat in my abscence.

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One day I passed by the autofactors, suppliers of car parts and took their entire stock of brake cleaner in aerosol cans. This stuff is the dogs bollocks for killing wasps. I got stung a few times recently and decided to clear out all the little nests every where on the site.

Fucking rocket launchers! I'd plucked up courage to test one once, ignoring the voice in my head that was screaming to me that I shouldn't if I didn't want to be the stupidest dead person on earth.

I've been picking up wood from everywhere I can and placing it in the back of the Toyota pick up, the toyota is the vehicle of choice for ruggedness and ease of use. The wood will keep me warm for the winter, there is no point in cutting my own, I might cut an artery in my leg and we're back to being the stupidest last human on the planet.

How do I become an intelligent man?

I'm sixty now, it's been ten years. I'm in top form. Romulus died, it was quick, and I had to put down Remus, they did well, but they were already four years old when I got them. I found some puppies and stole them away from the pack, which was a hard job as I had to make a distraction and shoot quite a few of the smarter ones. Then reared them in captivity. They were kind of labrador crosses with something slightly bigger and as they grew up became excellent ferocious defenders. I called them Paris and Lyon, still the only two cities I'd visited since the rapture.

I painted immense panels that I put up with all sorts of scenes, I really enjoyed improving on the space themed ones.

The electric fence grilled another dog the other day, a big one. He was still wearing a hunter collar with its GPS locator. He looked hungry, the worst kind. He had been previously injured by something else, probably a dog pack and had been intent on getting in to my compound having associated light with humans.

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About that, I'd kind of cleaned up a lot of the evidence that there had been neighbours. It was nagging thing to see piles of clothes. One of the neighbours had a pair of good shotguns, in the abscence of handguns, shotguns are the dogs bollocks. I cut the barrels off them as nothing fucks up defending yourself from a dog than getting the barrel caught in your coat.

I spend each and everyday driving around. Transport was going to be a problem for one reason, if I took another vehicle, it would have to be better than the vehicle that I have. I wanted a backhoe digger in order to modify the terrain around my house, it is a shit hole and now that everything in life had been turned upside down, there was little point in trying to clear the yard by hand, I need space around the house, so I need a backhoe with a 4 in 1 bucket at the front. But I'll have to leave my car where it is to drive the backhoe back home and walk back to the car to pick it up after. I'm going to have to find a basic, non electronic 4 wheel drive for the winter and some serious electrical generators, I've been living this last week and a half with two small ones and candles. Light is very important. Do not underestimate the use of it.

I minimalize the things I carry around and never drive around with the windows open, there are a lot of flies around I think from all of the dead animals that had been stinking it up for the last four weeks. The cows had broken out and were roaming everywhere, I mean absolutely everywhere. I wasn't going to go hungry for fresh meat that was sure. I made a mental note to pick up some worm tablets from the pharmacy, I was going to need them sooner or later. I was going to avoid shooting pigs, as they go wild they'll get worms and they can really mess around with you, apart from that pigs are nice animals, they're cute and intelligent, make great pets and will totally eat you if you fall asleep in their pen. They might be delicious, but hey, I can go without methinks, who’d have thought I’d be going Kosher? Oh Vey!

I'd put up some photos, but they were lifeless and haunting. I listened to a lot of audiobooks that I'd come accross gradually and found on computers that I'd pulled from houses to sift through for new music videos and books. I thought about having a bunch of shop dummies, dressed of course, I'm not a pervert, around the place, but they would fill up the survival space in the event of a problem.

Often when I go out I pick up more music and the stereo to play it on. I don't often go into the houses unless the doors were open, I don't want to find animal skeletons, it will annoy my sensibilites. I also don't want to get bitten by a rat or two.

I don't use the backhoe so much, but I maintain it. I’m a really good mechanic, very safety conscious.

Food. Anything that is in shops that isn’t protected by the temperature chain, or in bottles, cans or dried is going to go bad really quick. Also, wild animals are going to be coming really soon to a shopping centre near you soon. We’ll come back to this. Cans for starters and stuff that you can trust whilst it is safe and or fresh.

Company. Keep your eyes out for a reasonably sized and capable friendly dog, you’ll need it sooner or later, there are few alarm systems better than an alert dog, and more importantly it will help you with the crushing lonliness that will, I promise you, set in sooner or later. I spent years on my own at home due to illness, even with some human contact and the available internet you get very lonely whether you want to or not.

Speak to you soon. Sweet dreams.

There are a lot of birds, a lot of carrion eating birds, crows mainly. Who knows where they came from?

It depends on your psychological make up as to just how far you'll get now. I can go a long way due to the amusing stuff that has happened to me throughout life. I've spent a lot of time "sucking it up" and have gone on and on and on and on, just one step in front of the other. So here I am, driving around, thinking what I need to do next. I've been here before kind of, so I know now what many of you don't know then.

I drive around all of the places I can think of where there would be Gendarmes and make quite a haul. I've even stumbled accross a road block, they often have machine guns. I'm so happy driving back. What would I want thirty hand guns for? Machine guns, and road block spikes? Well, it's been twelve weeks since the rapture and I've seen ten packs of dogs.

The dogs are snoring and it's time for bed. The girls have been snoozing for an hour already,

Now, you’ve stopped panicking, a week has already gone by. You’ve been driving around in a kind of daze, you didn't know that any of this was going to happen. You've been drinking way too much as in shock, you've let yourself go. You woke up drooling in a field with a feather in your arse, you do not remember why. You have to get a grip. You must stop picking up shit you do not need.

Build everything to last. Time is the enemy, both ways, like how slow it can go and how fast time catches up with everything.

I spend a week clearing the yard in front and around the house. I'm staying where I am, I know it well, all of my stuff is here and I'm not yet ready to move. It's not goinig to be safe to try and fit in somewhere else unless I have to for whatever reason. Dam, I can't order anything on Amazon to help me out, I have to think it all out carefully and then go to different shops and companies to find the things I need. I spend another week building walls with the backhoe, earth walls and generally improving the fort like quality of the house. I've read a few disaster books, and all of them talk about wild animals as the problem if it isn't the walking dead, or marauders. I have neither just the inevitable spread of wild animals, it shouldn't be this season though, I'll just have the ones already here. I've got a couple of security cameras up watching the field on the hill, I've already see a couple of small dear and a wild boar. The cats around the house seem to have dissapeared, I don't know why.

Physical pleasure is kind of a problem, I now have a porn addiction. I'm going to have to find one of those complete silicon sex dolls. What? Wierd? Think about being the only human on the planet, either you're going to pull that thing right off one day or get religion. Niether will help me in the long run. Not only that, she'll be someone to talk to apart from the dogs. Studies have shown that human forms, even statues, that allow people to associate with, help, stave off depression and insanity. I don't want to be imagining telephones ringing like happened to Ben Hur in that Zombie movie. It would drive me nuts. She won't be riding around in the truck with me though. Don't judge me, I'm just being pragmatic.

I shot the first wild dog today. The little fucker came roaring into the compound and tried to fight Romulus and Remus who were surprised. So was I. I called them to heel wilst the satanic mutt chased one of the feral cats onto the barn roof. It gave me time to bring out the shotgun. To my surprise I did it automatically. I'd never shot anything up until now, but having had to change my artificial knees a couple of years back due to a cat bite before the rapture, I certainly didn't want a fucking dogbite even though I'd stocked up on antibiotics that I'd already used in the past and some others that the medical reference books suggested as well.

I had a laugh, just for fun covering an entire house in the village with 50€ notes. This was stupid and the little voice said to me that I will fall of the scaffolding and die. It was a work of art, literally worth a fortune.

I just have to outlive my dogs, because if I don't, when I die, they'll eat my face off. that would make the girls very sad.

Didn’t go out much in the snow though, avoid slipping over. Avoid getting unconscious and becoming the stupidest icicle on earth.

I think that's the thing, animals up till now have been avoiding as much as possible, human space. Now they're fluxing back in waves.

Don't go out at night now, nature has taken over, you might trip on a root or get bitten by something slip over, whatever, it's not worth it and you don't need to. Otherwise a dog will prise off your face mask and eat your face.

That's another thing, check and re-check everything all of the time. "Did you close that door to the compound?" The rabies in the pyrenees will have made its way down to the plains now and it will sweep accross the country.

I was a bit out of range and the spreading buckshot didn't kill it.

Keep checking, always.

I really am going to get a pair of Dogs soon, they will be called R'n'R, Romulus and Remus. I doubt I'll get a Real Doll though, as for the time being, there are still women on the planet. Will have to have a hair cut if I want one to try out my cooking though.

Avoid swimming in open places, rivers and lakes. You are exposed and a dog will eat your face off without the hors d'oevre of having to prise your face cage off first. Do not drink the water, you don’t know what died in it.

Life goes on. Be prepared for getting old. The game is to get old. I reckon I'm getting forgetful, so I leave big signs everywhere with advice of the day. The girls are still as beautiful as ever, they changed clothes often as I'd gone marauding in some of the better clothes shops, I won't tell you about the lingerie, but wow! just wow!

Try to avoid getting an animal colony, you need to be mobile and relatively discreet, you will not be running around naked with a feather up your arse drunk just because you can, you’ll learn this pretty quickly after waking up drooling in a field somewhere. I did.

I reckon I might have another ten or fifteen years of this bliss, the models are now in the thousands and I built a twenty foot version of the Millenium Falcon out of wood just for fun with modified Action Man figures for Han Luke and Chewy and I found a proper Princess Leia doll, in scale. Cool. It has lights and sound and everything.

Everywhere that I go around the house, the gardens, the sheds, the barn and some around the neighbours houses I place a holstered hand gun. The machine guns I keep closer to bay. The spikes I set on the perimeters that will stop some of the bigger animals coming in. The compound is well closed, high fences that I threw up, but you never know. The "never know" is what kills most survivalists.

You need to get pragmatic.

I spend my evenings listening to music on a small stereo that runs for ages on batteries charged from the generator. I run battery power the nights to have a bit of quiet from the bloody great generator I trucked off a building site. I'm going to build an earth wall around it to dampen the noise. Up until now I had been walking out to find the vehicles I needed on my own. With trepidation at first the dogs walked out with me and we went to look for a fuel tanker, I was going to need diesel and a gas tanker as well. I could park all of this stuff all over the village.

I close up the house and compound for the night, there is a really nasty storm a blowing. The roof on the barn, although old, isn't going anywhere, I cabled it.

I had to shoot my way out of a town store after completing a weeks worth of work stocking food for the winter. With the backhoe I positioned a couple of cargo containers and then heaped earth over them to keep the temperature stable. I had amassed about ten tons of supplies now, fifty gas cylinders for cooking and point heaters. I still had two thirds of a diesel tanker, and a thousand five hundred liters of gas. It sounds like a lot, but you'd be surprised how fast some of it goes.

Poor logistics will kill you just as quickly as having your face eaten off.

I'm going to have to get better armoury. I've been an idiot. When everyone dissapeared, the Gendarmes dissapeared as well. They are/were all armed. Their guns will be lying there with all their kit. What a fucking idiot.

*BCB's "burnt crunchy bits".

"Hey Boys," I said with false confidence, "At least we're not in the south, they've got bears down there and wolves." The boys looked at me in that way that dogs do when you've said something stupid. But hey, no one said that the last human alive would be intelligent.

Keep busy in your head to avoid the onset of old age. Get hard in your mind, have a Clint Eastwood expression.

Your costume will change. You will tend towards the Mad Max look, because clothes are getting scarcer, it becomes more dangerous to go into buildings to find exactly what you need. Most of the time I wear a good quality hunting jacket over the body armour if I'm out marauding. The patches you fix on by either sewing or windscreen glue tend to be quite thick for a reason and strategically placed. Your gun holster is a chest holster. You do not clip your shot gun or machine gun on to your body, you may have it on a sling though, à la US military. You do not need a scope.

So I dig the garden and excersize. We can't take walks in the countryside, too dangerous. There must be millions of dogs all over Europe now. I've seen other animals as well and finally a bear. They didn't take long. I wondered if I'd see an elephant one day? Probably not hot enough here.

Think everything through again and again, brainstorm, write ideas. I should have thought of the available guns much much earlier. Think!

There was some kind of plague that swept through this summer, it killed a lot of wildlife, I don't what though as I didn't go out of the compound for four months.

*Real Doll, silicon "love dolls" realistic and really a thing and better for company than excessive masturbation and even more alcohol. Been there, done that. Google is your friend.

I make a mental note to get some insect repellent and fly spray. I never take my gloves off, most of the time I keep them on in the house as well.

Fire is a big problem if you don't know how to use it or avoid it.

I start thinking about finding a gun, because I can hear some dogs are not trapped and there was some kind of vicious altercation in the next street. In France, this is going to be complicated. The logical place to go would be the local Gendarmerie, they have many many guns. But I don't want to go to places where they have swing shut security doors, if I forget to block a door open, or the doorstop fails I will spend the last few days being the stupidest last human on earth and thirsty.

Keep some stuff that you don't know why around, because it's just that, you never know. Bear attack maybe, from a distance though, serious big bang toys.

The dogs turn up during the next day, I wanted a dog, but these two friendly dogs were from one of my distant neighbours, they'll do perfectly. They knew me anyway and in the abscence of their owners had centered on me and my noise. Dogs are smart and will do this when abandoned.

Everything that I have for my immediate and long term survival is in triplicates at minimum. There are guns and ammo everywhere, enough to make the NRA blush.

Everything has been simplified, anything that needs to be opened or closed in a hurry has been modified, there are no locks to be turned, animals can't cope with locks anyway. There is no point in locking doors. I'd love an exsistence where I could loaf around in my shorts or naked even, chatting to my Real Doll* in the open air pool, but I can't.

Weekly target practice is a good idea, it keeps you up to scratch and the weapons cleaned. I go round all of them once a month to check and recheck. Always.

When you take a shot, be sure of your guns effective range. Early days I’d waste loads of ammunition shooting out of range.

I can hear the dogs at night. There's mice in the barn roof as well, I'm going to have to round up a couple more cats, the foxes keep getting them. Or it's going to be mouse poison, but I'm wary about that with R'n'R. I don't want them accidently eating a poisoned mouse, I mean, they shouldn't but dogs are wierd like that sometimes. I've seen them eat their own puppies before.

Nightmares. Lots of nightmares. The girls are pretty cool about this and help me get through it. Their snoring doesn't wake me up and the dogs like them. Sometimes everyone in the house is in the same bed under a shit load of covers.

In the stories I've read your'll either find the last woman alive or the americans will drive up in a convoy of tanks, then get burnt to BCB's* by dragons, uh, no, don't go down there.

The Gieger counter buzzed a bit a couple of times, so I think that a station somewhere finally had a nervous breakdown, but not enough to kill me.

Little note, before we go any further. I’m going to base this on where I live and how I live now, yes I know some of you around the world are already better armed than Rambo, but this is a general hypothetical survival situation, based on now, and in France.

Even if it is a basket ball; (saddest scene in any movie ever... "WILSON!")

Company is the biggest problem when you are the last person on the planet. Sooner or later it is going to start giving you halucinations, or auditive experiences that you are not ready for. If you want to avoid swimming in the alcohol stash, which I never touch in the day, or whilst doing things, then you will have to have some kind of company.

I'm a serious model maker, so I set aside a portion of each day, when available to make models. Soon theres a real load of them in the barn hanging on the cieling and on the shelves. It's very satisfying. I do not think how good it would be that anyone else can see them, don't go down there or you'll be eating your gun, if you don't drop the shells that is.

The motion sensors are useless in a storm, so I turn them off otherwise their inccessant beeping will keep me awake. I can sleep through a storm though.

Things will change, with security comes comfort.

I expanded the fire buffer zone with another even bigger bulldozer, it does the job faster. The hills on the other side of the town crisped off during the heat wave. Definitely getting hotter.

Now, we all know why I've come to Paris really, I mean apart from seeing the Eifel tower, just like the film Cherry2000, I've come to find me a wummun. Yep, the solitude was getting to me and I'd run out of things to pull on off to. So I combined the visit. I knew where there were some, finally. It was going to be wierd I know, but I was worried about my mental health and my little fella.

"Where are the dogs?" Makes a mental note to find locater beepers for them. Maybe at the vets. Ah, good idea fella, antibiotics for dogs. Worm tablets, again. I mean they eat like Kings, R'n'R, but they also snaffle a whole load of shit they find outside as well.

Petrol pumps don't work anymore, the electricity used to make them run was itself made by people, I do not live near an autonomous power supply. I have a quick thought about the numerous nuclear power stations in the country, I ask myself if they will shutdown automatically if there are no people to run them? I remember about stocking up on water. I'm going to need a gieger counter as well, don’t eat anything that “buzzes”.

Don't ask too many questions as to how or why, just get on with it. The date is 2036, I don't look at the days anymore, I think it is June. Some things are useless. I go with the seasons and see when the Big birds swarm in giant circles to fly south, that winter is coming. I trucked in a logging unit, as the wood sources became progressively more useless and dangerous.

I'm amazed that I'm still alive really. The dogs are healthy and have their place in the truck and we sleep on board, we never go out at night. The boys have a litter box.

The smell of rotting meat is a bad thing and should be avoided, it means disease and pestilence that you may not be equipped to survive, it also means rats and dogs and a few remaining cats that are getting very much bigger by the way.

I rolled the Toyota, it blew a tyre on I don't know what. I was wearing my seatbelt and the helmet. The dogs were fine, they thought it was a game. But we had to get home safely. Seven k from the compound through what was pretty much a forest now was a horrible nightmare. I fired off shots if I thought there were any animals close by and the dogs stayed resolutely next to me.

My knees hurt, winter's coming. I wear some of the Gendarmes personal gear, it's pretty impressive most of it. I've taken the Gendarm badges off out of respect. The flack jacket was a good idea, I'd slipped over a few days ago and the armour in it saved me from breaking ribs on a tree branch. I wasn't carrying the handcuffs though, kind of pointless.

I trucked in a big excavator and built a no fire zone, as the summers had gotten hotter. I'd seen wildfires in the last few years and I didn't want to be the last BCB on earth.

The next day I pack the dogs in the Toyota, windows open a few cm's, the aircon on, full tank. Food water and survival gear for two days.

Your priorities are very simple. You absolutely have to have these three things first, whatever happens afterwards. Trustable water to drink, bottled water, not tap water. Much tap water is treated for a reason and now that there is no one left but you even the water may go bad, quite quickly. It depends where you live, you might be somewhere where you’ve been drinking river water since you were a bambino, all well and good, get some reserves anyway. We’ll see why later.

Do not bother with fridges, they are eaters of energy and if they fail you’ve collected a lot of food that will end up getting buried.

My population of wild cats seems to be stable, from a certain number the foxes leave them alone. I've been shooting dogs almost everyday now for what seems like weeks. Town is getting complicated, I've started wearing a helmet with visor.

You'll be thinking a lot about your solitude, what happens to you when you get old, how you'll go out. It will be a wild animal or you fell and couldn't get up one day from a fall or just don't wake up hopefully. You'll think about this a lot, so get yourself a hobby. It stops you thinking about eating your gun.

I was ready for the winter, it snowed like I'd not known since childhood. I passed the gieger counter over the snow as I did when it rained and still got basic background. Because sooner or later I felt that a power station would fail and do its Chernobyl thing. I don't know. It doesn't hurt to check.

I'd found an enormous all up six wheel drive camping truck suitable for anything you could throw at it on one of the motorways, changed its batteries, changed its filters as with time they clog and can leave you stranded. I drove it back to the compound after having returned first in the Toyota, always keep what is faithful and that can be trusted, leaving one of the neighbours ordinary vehicles in place. Once the truck had been properly prepared I took it to Paris. It took over a week such that the vegetation had taken over. Some of the roads were impassable, too many cars heaped up everywhere as when the rapture as I called it, had happened, some of the population were in transit.

The truck also had grenades now. It also had my pieces of pride and joy that I'd found in an army convoy last year.

It started screaming instead of growling and barking and being an asshole in general. I'd decided not to ever give a wild animal a chance, it was to be shoot on site if needed without parole. I had to reload and approach. My hands were shaking so badly from the adrenalin that I dropped the shells and had to go for two more, do not bend over in front of a wounded animal, it will go for you. This one found the energy to get up and try to bite me. I wish I had picked up the pump action, but the sawn off was to hand. I kicked out at it. Do not do this, you might fall and the dog's got you. R'n'R were right behind me which was good, they wouldn't go in unless I let them. I shot it. I couldn't hear much afterwards, making a mental note to get some ear defenders if I have to do this a lot. The cameras had been picking up an ever increasing number of foxes.

Make sure your clothes are briar and bramble proof, it would be bad form to be stuck in a patch whilst a dog tries to pry your cage face plate of to eat your face.

So there we go. Not too bad really. I managed to get this far without breaking a bone or getting my face eaten off.

I leave a short wave radio on most of the time, pressing scan from time to time, you never know. Hope springs eternal.

As I sit here writing in my office, I think to myself that when you're the last one and you've assured yourself that you are as safe as can be expected, then you just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other, suck it up. Listen to your amazing stereo watching the sunset from the caged off verandah in front of the inside pool where you've just had a swim. The girls don't drink a lot, but I periodically drink their glasses just for the continuity. They're very chatty, and that's it really.

Growing some food at least changed the monotony of canned food and wild picked stuff which is hazardous in its own right.

It took me two whole days to try it. Turned out to be pretty easy really. Note to self, wear safety goggles next time, the back blast almost blinded me and I felt very stupid afterwards. I only kept it on board with five rockets, for I don't know why.

Mainly I burn diesel though.

No, I need weapons from a source that will be less dangerous. Not as easy as you would think, many hunters here booby trap their gun cabinets, although this is illegal. I need to find something easily available, I need to find weapons that have been dropped in place, I need to find a vehicle belonging to a hunter who was hunting when he dissapeared. I've seen that everything physical, not flesh, had remained there were telephones everywhere, there was jewelry and glasses. Clothes made untidy heaps that looked like squashed humans everywhere I went. I don't know where they all went, *it's not* *important*, but if they turned up alive it was going to be quite a scene. I was not going to be short of clothing. Looking up at the sky and seeing the clouds I think about kitting myself up with warmer clothing for the oncoming winter.

It's been two years now. Just before winter last year I drove up to Paris, it's a long way from here, it was an epic journey.

Make survival space. I defoliated the roads and space around the village with huge quantities of diesel and the hand grenades to set it off. When setting a huge fire, do not approach it to light it, the flash might kill you and then you’ll be the crispiest stupidest dead person on the planet.

R'n'R are great ratters and warn me all of the time when there is something moving around us. There's a shit load of rats, supermarkets have become a real problem from all of the animals, mainly rats that are feeding on the stock. There's a shit load of rats now. It's late Autumn and those rats will be marauding to find somewhere to keep warm. If the dogs don't get them, I shoots 'em.

I wanted to see the Eifel tower. Never seen it before.

I wear good quality high boots with steel toecaps. There'll be more snakes sometime, and I don't want to break my toes, the boots also support my ankles quite well.