To Look ahead and Imagine (contd...)

I left off at (virtually) living the screen shots of The Shawshank Redemption.

Now, there came a movie that worried me most...
I had seen this movie alone, on 2.1 Creative speakers, which was good enough to send the message to my head and drive it in to the very core. It opens up showing a desolate bridge, void of people. As the movie progresses and Will Smith steps in, and the story slowly unfolds into the climax and the credits rolled, I found myself wide eyed, face in my hands, sitting hunched on the floor looking at the screen of my desktop. It took me a while to get up, go back several, specific scenes, hear the dialogues again, watch small things I missed and the enormity of the story hit me deeper. People might not find it very entertaining as a movie, but it's the very script, the gist, the idea that hit me square in the medulla oblongatta.
(I bet it's wrong, but well I just wanted to be dramatic, instead of saying plain ol "brain")
Anyway, it so happened, that whole night and the following day, I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, physically absent, my thoughts wandering in the US, through everything that I'd seen. It's amazing that they're could a minor possibility, even if the permutation/combination works out to a one in a million probability, that very drug that may help cure cancer may kill the very essence required to be a social "civilized" human being. An army officer was the protagonist, he would begin the day with a workout, for perhaps an hour maybe more, the appearance of a thoroughly fit man, in his prime comes to the head when you see him train, he has breakfast, gives some to his dog and then rides out into the city for supplies, all the while talking to his dog, with the same tone and topics, as one would with a friend, yet his eyes somehow don't show a lot of happiness. He hunts for food, competing with lions, for prey in the city. He steps into a store and talks to mannequins, again the same way, one would in a regular store. Slowly it dawns on the viewer...

There are no people.

Except him.

As the movie goes on, one sees, he is trying to keep his sanity by playing make believe, he is working on a cure and not just destroying everyone infected. His lab is strewn with several photos of experiments failed, but he is still at it. A video log is kept, to track days and events and other observations, he watches recorded tapes of the news when the problem happened, perhaps to find a clue, he goes every day to a dock and plays a recorded message by him on certain frequently used frequencies. Uses (will find out and place in) a certain chemical/solution to kill the scent left behind by his tracks; vehicle or shoes.

He does not lose the routine.

Towards the end of the movie, the viewer realizes that he had prepared himself entirely for almost every possibility.

The movie was I am Legend.
It makes me think, if the world does end, whether it maybe by global warming in two years, or medicine going wrong, or World War III...
If I am last man standing, will I last it out?
Will I be able to live long enough for another possible survivor to find me out?
Will I be able to harbor a new beginning?
As of now, right now, I am unprepared...