I was going to go with the traditional compound in the wilderness, but that’s just so done, don’t you think? And at this point one simply cannot pre-book any cabins on any of the cobbled-together rusty fleets of tramp steamers drifting offshore as the cities burn. Don’t get me started on the space arks, either; clearly with those co-op boards it’s not what you know but who you know, if you catch my drift – and I think that you do.
Clearly I am going to have to barricade the first floor and hope that the rest of the country will oblige me with a Last Man On Earth scenario. It’s all very tiresome.
PS: Alternatively, we could just… keep going on. ‘We’ being, you know, human civilization and such.