Last man on earth when there is no earth?

Chapter 02: A night in a space craft.

Her name is Lilia.

She is a female Zesionien from Zsion, a planet in the twenty-first sector of the Gwabara star cluster in the galactic rim of the Luminous Veil Galaxy. In other words: she is an alien.

Yeah, I know, I know. She isn’t a demon. What did you expect? A succubus wearing a white dress? Those creatures are known for wearing dominatrix-style black clothes. Although she has horns, the impression I got from our first interaction makes me believe she's more like the serious and surprisingly innocent type. Besides, this place is a little too comfortable for it to be hell.

Apparently, I’m on a planet in the same area called Gorgola.

My previous guess turned out to be true. Since she introduced herself by giving me the name of her species and the location of the planet it originated from then casually mentioned that we were on an entirely different planet, I no longer had any doubt that the setting I'm currently in involves interstellar travel, meaning the genre of my story had just changed to space sci-fi.

Something tells me I was never a big sci-fi fan. Lilia's appearance gave me some assurance that there is at least one species with human-like features, though I doubt many could rival her beauty.

Maybe God doesn’t hate me after all. Maybe instead of the ugly Western-style works where most alien species are uglier than humans, I got sent to a universe closer to the way Japanese anime do things.

A gorgeous blond chick who blushes innocently when seeing your privates and doesn’t act like a total bitch? Sign me in!

Among the questions she asked me before were a few I misinterpreted. Apparently, when she asked what I am she was referring to my species. Of course, I had no idea what that place we were in was or what was its purpose. Then there was the last question, how do we get out of here? At first, I thought she was talking about the room we were in, but after she confirmed that I had no hostility toward her she guided me outside.

The room I woke up in was on a deep floor in an underground structure. I can’t say how large it was, but with how many floors we passed before reaching the surface and the fact that there were more below, I could say it was quite a large building.

Climbing the stairs was exhausting. I was in a coma not that long ago so even though I had all these muscles on me, just walking proved to be an arduous challenge. Ms. Alien, on the other hand, didn't even break a sweat.

One good thing about this part is that I got to observe her plump-looking behind jiggle with each step she took as I followed behind her, even though her long hair was in the way. She would sometimes look back at me so I had to be careful not to get caught, not to mention that with nothing but the cloak on I was walking with that stiffness out in the open the entire time.

Maybe I am a pervert...

We reached the surface after twenty minutes or so. If I had to describe the scene in front of me in one word it would be majestic. Pillars pierced the heavens in every direction with rays of light leaked between giant leaves hanging high above our heads. When I asked Lilia told me the sun was still up, but with the “Polola” all around it was usually this dark even during the day.

The Polola were the trees I mistook for giant pillars. They were about twice as large as the sequoia trees in California. However, unlike the sequoia, the Polola had a smoother outer surface and their leaves were the size of an adult male. A really large muscular adult male.

Whenever one was in the way Lilia would poke it with her spear then shove it aside. According to her, some beasts use those leaves as camouflage so as a general rule one had to be very careful not to step on them without checking first.

After walking for about half an hour we arrived at what I could call the largest Polola I had seen up until now. Lilia sat on one of the rocks buried near its roots, put aside her spear, and took out a small box from her bag. Inside it was about ten rectangular gray-colored bars. She put one in her mouth and passed another to me saying

“Here” she took a bite then added, “Eat, we got a long way ahead of us.”

Suddenly I was forced to acknowledge the existence of the hunger I was ignoring all this time. I had mixed feelings about trying alien food but what choices did I have?

I took one bite of the gray bar and recognized the taste almost instantly. Cookies. It tastes like cookies. Well, more like the sweet calorie bars I used to consume. My first meal in another world and it was just a calorie bar.

“Hm?” Lilia noticed the displeased expression I was probably making “Is it your first time eating these?”

“Nah, I’m quite familiar with this type of food.” you don’t get to eat proper meals if you’re glued to a screen the whole day.

“Well, it’s just an emergency ration so nothing to do about it.” She took another bit then went on “It has enough Energy Units to keep you going, it also contains a lot of dry water so you won’t feel thirsty for a while.”

While my mind was occupied trying to process what she meant by dry water, Lilia chewed the last bite, stood up, and out something else from her bag.

“The terrain changes a little going forward. It would be dangerous to keep going on bare legs.”

Looking around her for a moment she picked a small Polola leaf from the ground, tore it into two halves then folded each one before placing it on the ground again.

“Step on it for a moment.”

I did as she said. The folded pieces were about the same size as my feet. Just when I started wondering what’s their purpose Lilia crouched down in front of me and put the thing she took out at a short distance from my feet then pressed on its top.

It started spraying some kind of foam that covered my legs halfway up to my knees. In a few seconds, the foam turned into a thick and soft sponge-like layer, and with the folded leaf serving as soles I obtained some makeshift boots.

What a convenient tool. It somewhat reminds me of that one movie where it rains burgers.

“Um... thanks.” My feet started to hurt soon after we left the underground structure so I really appreciated the gift.

“It’s supposed to be a first aid spray for damaged bones, but it’s easier to remove since it would expire soon.” She said, placing the can back in her bag. “Not using it would be a waste.”

I felt a little embarrassed having the alien girl take care of all my needs like this all while being naked under a cloak. This surely would turn into a memory that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

Speaking of memories, shouldn't it be about time I start remembering some of the important stuff instead of random information?

I’m freaked by the fact that I have yet to feel what one is expected to feel in this kind of situation. I don’t even remember my name and yet here I’m acting like it doesn’t matter. I have this feeling that I know who I am, but when I try to recall I just can’t.

“Hey, it’s time to move,” said Ms. Alien as she started walking.

Man, she is really beautiful…

Right, right. Back to the main topic.

I thought I still had the memories from my previous life, but that doesn’t appear to be the case. I don’t know how useful they would be since this is a sci-fi setting with advanced technology, but I would feel more comfortable knowing at least my name at the very least. Not that it’s bothering me that much.

The alien invasion and the day it occurred. The details are somewhat foggy, but that’s all I remember except for some useless trivia.

Am I going to be okay? 

I don’t think I care. And why would I? Even though I don't remember much of anything, I still have this feeling that my previous life wasn't a happy one. I can even imagine myself wanting to get isekaied, and it seems my wish has come true!

This is a new world! I can just start from scratch. And look, I already met my first heroine! A blond beauty with horns and giant melons! I think I’m going to be more than fine!

From the world tree -the largest Polola we met so far- onward we walked three hours straight. No breaks, no small talk, just walking and walking. The weeds growing everywhere appeared to have sharp pebbles hidden among them. A few insects were crawling around as well so walking barefoot in such an environment could have been lethal so I was even more thankful for the boots Ms. Alien gifted me.

Our trip seemed to be drawing to a close as we arrived at a spot with much less vegetation. The open area between the trees was a circle about two hundred meters in diameter. Some of the trees at the edge were broken and the grass was shorted near the center where a large grater was. Inside that crater, a metallic beast lies dormant. The wounds it suffered were visible even from afar, and as we slowly approached it I became convinced it could no longer move.

The metallic beast was none other than Ms. Alien's spaceship.