Day 4
5, October 10022
Friday
New York City (U.S.A)
Northern America, Region 1
It was four days since the first five known human survivors and their non-human partners paired up to survive on the new Earth. The first five humans learned they were the last humans left and were going to oversee ruling their regions on the Earth. There was also news that twenty-one other humans were spread out in the different six habitable continents, but they were still unknown to the current five survivors.
In the meantime, Benjamin Hatfield, a former member of the U.S. Coastguard, and Thyia, his thick buxom grey elven partner who paired up with him, traveled together in a camper Benjamin had taken for himself days ago. For the time being, it served as their home on wheels, and what better way to travel across America's deserted highways and freeways than in a camper.
"The maps of your world's civilizations are so difficult to understand, Benjamin," Thyia said, staring and scrutinizing at an old map of different countries in an old hardcover atlas book.
"That's the map of the planet Earth you're looking at, Thyia. Keep turning the pages and you will find a map of the eastern United States. But I don't need a paper map to know where I'm going. Everyone might have disappeared off the face of the world. But the infrastructure of my species has been left undamaged and unchanged. G.P.S. works just fine on this camper's G.P.S. navigator, for how long I'm not sure. Thyia, you said that the last humans left on Earth need to repopulate the world with their non-human partners, correct?"
"That's correct, Benjamin."
"You also said the last humans must also repopulate their region of the world. Which region are we in."
Thyia looked in the atlas book she had in her hands to find out where they were. She flipped through the pages and stopped on the map of North America. She pointed at the United States, Canada, and Greenland countries.
"These three empty countries are what make up our region; region number one."
"Holy mother of God! That's gargantuan. And we're somehow supposed to repopulate this region all by ourselves? Do I even have enough sperm for that mission? Do you even have enough eggs for this enterprise?"
"You're troubled, Benjamin," she said with a curious expression.
"That's putting it lightly. Troubled doesn't begin to describe what I am feeling right this very moment." Benjamin replied to her.
"Contrary to what you might believe, Benjamin. Elves and humans can reproduce with each other, including all subspecies of elves. But for some species of elves, conceiving a child from a human's seed or vice versa takes many attempts to be successful. Elven pregnancies caused by non-elven males carry the risk of ending in miscarriages. Luckily for you and I, the women of my species conceive with minimal issue. Our pregnancies are quick, and the birthing process is painless."
Benjamin couldn't believe what he heard. "Quick pregnancies and painless births," he repeated to himself. "Eve must be envying the women of your species so hard right now. Poor girl."
"Who's Eve, Benjamin, is she a friend of yours?"
"She's the mythological mother of humanity. Her husband is Adam, the mythological father of humanity. When should we start repopulating our region?" Benjamin turned red in the face and swallowed hard several time.
"Whenever you prefer," Thyia said, smiling softly at him. A tinge of blush flushing over her cheeks.
"I know we're past the whole 'did the world come to an end' phase. But I need to know something from you. Are you okay with saving your species by having sex with a human?"
"I admit that I could never conceive of a scenario where I would willingly lie with a human man to procreate. If I had done so back in my world, I would have brought the ire of my elders and my entire family on me. They'll exile for committing that act with a human. But my subspecies is gone, Benjamin, and humans are down to less than two dozen surviving members. Think of it like this. If I do nothing, my species dies with me. If you do nothing, you fail to pass along your bloodline, and you die alone, which will leave your region open for contention for other breeding pairs."
"I understand, Thyia, but when you think about it, the two of us don't comprise a huge genetic pool for possible genetic combinations for our future children. Sometime later, if we survive long enough, there's going to be a genetic bottleneck situation."
"Your species has six million years of genetic history flowing through your veins, Benjamin, but if you're worried about a small genetic pool. Elves are twice as old as humanity in that regard. The lack of genetic combinations won't be a problem for our future children and their descendants. So long as there is no incest involved."
"That solves the gene pool problem, but what do we do about food? The food in supermarkets and peoples' homes will spoil in several days. Bottled waters can last forever, so available drinking water shouldn't be an issue so long as we can find as much bottled water as possible."
"The animals don't appear to have been affected in your world by this unknown event. Whatever caused this event, ignored them entirely. Surely there is enough big game roaming in less crowded areas of our region. That is where our sons and daughters will get their food. Finding shelter shouldn't be hard to find either. Before I forget to tell you Benjamin, grey elves always give birth in litters."
"Really?" Benjamin swallowed hard, "Lucky me." he said, rolling his fingers and re-gripping the steering wheel nervously.
"Where are we heading, Benjamin, if you don't mind me asking."
"If I'm going to be ruling a landmass as large as ours. I need a seat of power to rule from, don't you think so Thyia?" A seat of power is definitely appropriate for a landmass the size of the ancient Mongol empire.
"You mean like a castle?" Thyia's familiarity with ruling and rulers was a couple hundred centuries behind. The rulers of her world ruled mainly from large earthen houses and mounds. The other humanoid races ruled from stone houses she learned were called castles. While other races ruled from underground domains.
"Sort of, but not really babe. I-I-I mean Thyia," he stuttered, "I didn't mean to call you that. I used to call my wife babe when she was around."
"Babe? What does babe mean?" she asked him, sounding very innocent in her question.
"It's a term of endearment that someone gives to their beloved."
"I see. If it brings you any comfort, Benjamin. You can continue calling me babe if you want."
"If it's okay with you, Thyia, then I think I will. And to answer your previous question. We are heading towards the old seat of power of The United States, Washington D.C. The white house is there. We can settle down when we arrive."
Thyia smiled hopefully at Benjamin. She placed a hand down on top of his lap. He blushed and smiled back at her, shooting her a wink as they continued to drive forward.
"Benjamin, I think you have something in your eye!" Thyia said innocently.
**Chilpancingo, Guerrero (Mexico)**
Middle America, Region 2
Oscar and Menja sheltered in a R.V. Motorhome during their travels. They traveled on major freeways through the Mexican state of Guerrero. Because Menja was nude, he handed her clothes for her to wear after they introduced themselves to each other. Because she was the same height as a child, she had to wear children's size clothes. Menja's hair was so long it reached the back of her heels. Half of it hung down one side of her face, covering the right side of her face which made her look oddly cute. Since she was wearing children's clothes, it was hard to seriously take what she was saying.
"Are you still angry with me, Menja?" Oscar asked her, looking at her in his rear-view mirror.
Menja sat cross-legged on top of the bed inside the R.V. with her arms crossed over her small chest. "Don't talk to me, stupid ass!" she barked at him.
"Listen, I'm sorry about forcing you to wear those clothes. If you weren't wearing any clothes, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on the road. Your breasts and your hairy pussy would be distracting me every passing second."
"What's wrong with my breasts and my pussy!? Their fun size, just like my round little plump ass! Nyahaha."
Oscar stifled back a chuckle to keep his focus on the road ahead of him. "I wasn't making fun of your breasts or any other part of your body, Menja. I was just pointing out that--"
"--You think they're small and that's an offense to me! TO ME! I would have reported you directly to him if his infernal majesty, Lucifer, were still here. Then I would be laughing maniacally watching you suffer in the deepest pits of Hell." Menja laughed and kicked her feet gleefully.
"What's inside of the deepest pits of Hell?" he wondered curiously.
"It's a big washing machine filled with blood, shit, and vomit. Oh! And animal guts for flavor."
"I'm glad I'm not in Hell then." He told her, relieved.
"You may be glad you're not in it. But I'm livid about what became of Hell." Menja levitated back towards the front of the Motorhome.
"Ever since Hell turned vacant, all the fun came to a stop. The orgies, gangbangs and most of all, infinite legions of damned souls being tortured for all eternity. Now it's all gone. The fires are no longer burning as hot and bright as before. You think the sun is hot and bright, Oscar, but the previous fires of Hell would make your sun look like a burning matchstick in the dark. I've wished for death before meeting up with you, but it will never come for me because I'm deathless."
