[ WP ] You are alone in the world with the exception of animals . How do you cope ?

First post here, I apologise for the length. I noticed most on here are normally shorter than this. 
 
 
 It has been six months since the Earth split. One year since our population had come so drastic in numbers that we had been fighting in the streets for an extra 20cm of space. We had buildings stacked in close knitted grids, stretching up to the sky like fingers grasping upwards for hope of salvation. 
 
 It was without doubt we needed to leave. But where? We did not have the technology to travel into the stars and be alive when we got there. We could have generations in space before we would find a home. And with the population growing at such level could we fit everyone on board? How would you choose, and the breaking from orbit on such an endeavour would no doubt burn those we had to leave behind. 
 
 So it was a relief when we discovered the gates. With so many people working on solutions, it seemed the strangest and most unbelievable became our salvation. The “ Gate ” was how the corporations advertised it. A gateway away from your trouble in the cities into a new world. The device was simple. A small black box you could fit in the palm of your hand. A smooth black acrylic finishes reflecting the light with a small toggle switch on the right hand side. 
 
 The real magic lay in what had already existed. They pretended that it had been created but they had just discovered how to access it. On the 9th September the Earth had been split. Not caved in two but replicated on alternate planes. Parallel copies. But with each new world approached there was no sign of humanity. And in their thousands they left. They queued up and one by one blinked out of existence with a flick of the switch. Flick the switch up go one world away flick it down and return. 
 
 
 I was in a coma when the boxes were released. Everybody was so concerned with getting away that they had forgotten me. I wasn ’ t even in a hospital I had been hit over the head with a chunk of rebar for the bottle of water I had sticking out of my coat pocket. The authorities had never found the assailant and I was delivered on a tray to my apartment and hooked up to a medical vendor. 
 
 I woke up gasping, my vision was blurry, my hair long and matted was stuck against my eyes. I pulled the thick plastic tube from my mouth. It had become yellow with age. I leaned over the rail and tried to throw up. Nothing. I felt empty. I pulled various tubes and needles out of my body and breathed a sigh of relief as they clattered down onto the wooden floor. 
 
 I tried to swing my legs over the side. It was hard. Harder than it should have been. The aging trolley gave way and I crashed to the floor and passed out. 
 I woke up to hear a growling around me. In a second I was awake. I wriggled back in fear my eyes opening wide as I saw the source of the noise. A large hairy dog was In front of me. Its eyes narrowed in concentration saliva dripping from its barred mouth. 
 
 I had never been so afraid. I didn ’ t like dogs at the best of times. The only ones around had accompanied the law enforcers. Nobody had the space to own one as a pet. I dragged myself around from my paralysed state. The dog looked hungry its ribs stuck out defined even through its thick coat. This dog had obviously found its next meal. A weak piece of human shaped meat, clinging onto life, powerless to fight back. 
 
 But I had just woken up, and by the state of my apartment it was apparent time had passed. The door had been smashed off the hinges, the cupboards wrenched off the wall in a clear display of raiding. 
 I pulled myself up against the window sill. The glass had been smashed out the damp curtain blowing in the faint breeze, whilst a thick vine crawled its way inside and across the ceiling. 
 
 The dog leapt high. I raised my weak arms and was almost knocked out the window with the force. I cried out as I felt its teeth bite down in my shoulder. I resisted the urge to buckle at the knees, and straightened my legs. I pushed up with all my remaining strength pushing underneath the dog with my hands. The momentum of the dogs leap helped. 
 
 The dogs weight suddenly became a lot heavier as its skidded on the broken glass in the frame. I swung around with a needle that had got stuck in my thin scrubs when I had crashed to the floor. 
 
 The shock of the instrument caused the wild dog to yelp in pain and let go, I gasped as bits of my shoulder went with it. 
 I wearily clamped down on my ruined left shoulder with my right hand using my left to steady myself against the frame. Outside was not the same. The once bustling metropolis was gone. Replaced with thick foliage and jungle. 
 
 With humanity gone it had not taken long for nature to reclaim Earth. 

