Last Man On Earth When There Is No Earth ?

Zesionien Space Fleet Center of Operation number 0303, the commander's office, Seven

" I have to say, I'm a little disappointed at how you treat your guests around here"

Okay, from what happened until this point you could probably tell I'm a really patient guy. Well, weak personality is another way to describe it but me not complaining is ways different from from me feeling comfortable

"hahaha, sorry sorry. but you have to know that we are a foreign military organization and you are an unregistered traveler that didn't exactly prove to be peaceful" said a really large guy " how many bones do you think you broke today?"

" don't know, how many does Zesioniens have?"

A load laugh met my serious response, and the really large guy scrolled through a window that floated on his desk. Even when sitting the guy was a few centimeters taller than me, the overgrown muscles stuffed into a formal –by Zesionien standards- military uniform decorated by many pins and badges, the well maintained brawn beard and hair and the dry slightly tanned skin, not to mention the long black horns. The guy resembled a modern day minotaur wearing glasses and doing office work. I swear if he didn't have that human face I would have asked him to show me his legs to make sure.

"anyways, as the daughter of the Stoneheart vows for you we will look away this time. She said your lost most your memories, is that right?"

I turn to look at Lilia who sat down in the opposite chair, and she turns away in embarrassment. She made the mistake of revealing information concerning me even though I warned her not to. But it's fine, after all she looks really cute right now.

…..

After the few first hours I started to lose my nerves, Lilia has been away and what happened to her is a complete mystery to me. I could hear a voice in the back of my mind telling me she is fine but a hallucination is the first step toward insanity, or the second, I don't know.

The sarcastic voice keeps making fun of me as I slowly enter the 'extremely stressed' mode only now that my body is like this the harmless violence tendencies I usually experience when the internet is cut or a game bugs. I'm afraid of what would happen if this goes on any longer

"hey… your hair is turning white…" the voice said

A voice in my head that isn't mine and knows things I don't. seconds later a voice resounded inside the cell telling me the same thing

"hey, your hair is turning white, whatever you are planning you better stop right now"

" …shut up… "

"wha-"

" SHUT UP!!!!!" and everyone, even the voice in my head, went silent

My leg moved up and down lightly tapping the ground. The tapping got loader and loader then I suddenly stood up. I had to do something, I can't just stay like this.

This is the part where I realize how important Lilia's existence by my side. All the tension and excitement from being alone with an ultra class out of the world alien beauty most of the time was enough to divert me from the lack of games I'm suffering. I didn't do drugs nor did I smoke but at this moment I knew fully how addiction felt

"oh god I really wanna play some dark souls!!!!"

I dropped to the floor and started doing pushups. I have to secure a way of getting games as soon as I get out of here, I can't keep relying on Lilia's thick t.h.i.g.hs to get me out of this

" seriously, you got problems"

And who doesn't!

Those damn Zesionien shitheads!!! We were having a really great moment!! Why did they have to respond at that exact time??

But I kissed her! I really did!!!

Whatever reason I had went away as my body did what it usually does and I started to walk toward the half transparent energy wall locking me in

"hey! You lost your mind!!"

My hand reached toward the green door, and the moment I made contact electricity began to surge through me as the green color turned red

" prisoner! Get away from the door"

Like I give a f.u.c.k about what that meant, I have to get out of here!

I continued pushing but was meat with the same force negating my advance. The more I tried the more that force grew, everything went blank and one thing was on my mind

'Get past that red screen'

That sentence was so clear forcing my body to keep pushing like it was told until the half transparent door began distorting covering my hands

*pofff!!!

The door disappeared.

"EMURGANCY!! EMURGANCY!! A BREACH IN A PRISON CELL HAS BEEN DETECTED! INITIAT PROTOCOL NUMBER EIGHT!!"

Some alarm started alongside the lights suddenly turning red, or is something wrong with my vision? I don't know

Everything is red; dark red, light red, red red

Even the electricity surging from my body is red. Isn't it supposed to be blue? Oh there it is, the blue electric energy thing, there is so much less of it now… that's right, the giant electric alien tiger drained it all, I thought I was out of it that time.

The less I thought about it the less stress got to my mind

"…where are my gloves?"

That's right, those damn shit heads, they took the bracers! And I want to punch things… what to do now?

Punch things barehanded? That surely would hurt

But I want to punch things

I want to so badly!

Something smells weird…. What's with the smoke?

"FREEZE!!"

You telling me to freeze? Ya thing all those muscles scare me bro? I'm gonna go all ORA ORA ORA on you in just a moment… did I just call a horned alien bro? I'm seriously loosing it

And that's fine! I strangly feel like I could beat the shit out of this guy that I wouldn't dare talk to if it was back then. But now is different, I wrestled a giant electric tiger mythical legendary beast thing! like a f.u.c.k.i.n.g minotaur rip off would scare me after that

Time slowed and I notice the guy pressing the trigger slowly. Suppressing theerrisistable urge to yell "za warldo!!!" my fist suddenly found itself buried in the minotaur rip off alien's face.

Too bad for him, his flesh is too soft, the perfect punching bag. Finally something I could punch without caring much about the backlash

About to go all MUDA MUDA MUDA on the lying on the ground with a smashed face guy, an idea appeared in my clouded, filled with noise mind

Hey, wont killing this guys really anger Lilia?

She is a Zesionien, he is a Zesionien, and I'm the crazy alien murdering people in this story. There is no way she would be happy about her own kind ending like mashed potato – or papaya- on the hands of the guy she goes out with –married to, actually-

I look at the guy in front of me

" …I need a road roller"

Something hit me in the head. It didn't hurt much but I felt like a burning cigarette is getting pressed against that spot, which is technically bad… right?

I turn around to find a whole lot of things I could use for stress relieving, with guns pointed at me

"FIRE!!!!"

*PIEW PIEW PIEW!! PIEW… PIEW PIEW PIEW

Okay, I will admit it. even if I'm not a sci-fi fanatic I really enjoyed star wars, but all the piewing and bullets not missing the target is getting on my nerves. And what's with their ammunition? Are those warning shots? Do they plan on apprehending me without lethal force?

I don't really get it but it's time to start punching things

…..

After a few seconds I stood in the center of what looked like a bunch of college student after a really long party.

For a few minutes now I have been looking at my hands feeling a little sleepy… and sick

"why am I glowing like this?"

The sound of footsteps brought me back to reality, more punching bags reached the scene. I know it sounds crazy, well, I thing I'm not exactly sane right now, but through all this riot I made sure not to hurt anyone beyond recovery

And that's the thing! a hit or two and they are out!

Some had some kind of energy armor going on, but it always gets absorbed at the first punch, then I find having to hold back, and I hate holding back.

I turn to a wall and punch it once, then twice, then released the restrains and hit it with everything I got

The wall didn't crumble of course, nor did I put a hole in it, but the more I punched it the less stressed I felt

Wait… why am I doing this in the first place?

Where am I?

" *whistle…. The guy went insane…."

From the corner of my left eye I could see a humongous Zesionien guy wearing deferent clothes than the rest

" commander! Please retreat to safety"

" is that your friend little missy?"

"Seven!!"

The sweet voice shouting my name cleared my consciousness from all the haziness. The anger, the stress and all the nonsense were gone as I look at the girl wearing something like a cosplay with golden hair and dark grey horns

"…Li…lia…" for some reason, saying the girl's name alone brought relaxation to my whole body and my eyelids felt strangely heavy.

The glowing stopped and my hair returned to normal but when I tried to take a step

My face met the cold floor.