Author's Note : Last chapter the sensitivity of Rape was called into question. Be advised that the subject remains a tender issue going forward. In a world where you're the only survivor judgment can be nulled. While the main character is a good soul at heart some readers might think of it as bad choices. Read if you can handle it, if not I'll understand. This is a Last Man on Earth story so if I inevitably end up as the last reader/ writer I guess that's how the world ends. All I ask is for you folks to read the series as a Syfy with fault. Griffin Folklore lives for the day.
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"Don't touch! Don't touch!"
Dancing about the lobby of the Brooklyn Towers, a 20 story hotel where Griffin Folklore decided to hole up for the night he discovered the side effects of what he referred to as the Rapture. Whether it truly was the end times remained to be seen. For now he was dodging and weaving and trying to be respectful. When you have nude ghosts roaming the halls and some not so beautiful to look at, it became a challenge to avoid staring. Even worse when he found ghosts more appealing.
"Whoa! Supermodel at 3:00!" He used a support pillar to hide behind in order to check out the body of a resident. It was easy enough to tell she had implants which made him wonder if clothing got lost in their vanishing acts why did she have silicone? He noticed a gold tooth on the floorboard of a car during his travels, even dentures, so why something as unnatural as a boob job got passed through? Not that he complained. With his girlfriend Jade now a fond memory he was free to check girls out even if it was only in looking. It wasn't as if he could touch anyone they being ghosts. Right? So tempted!
"Not yet! My luck I'd be sucked right in to the spirit world. Hell, who knows maybe I'm the one on the other side. I'm not even going to try and figure out the logic in all this." With the woman prowling about he realized that she must be the hotel Manager by the way her poise carried her. It was almost as if the inhabitants were moving on with their every day lives, personality and all. Courtesy when nearly running into one another, waves of friendship, sly unheard whistles of men checking women out in passing. You name it!
"This is just soooo bizarre. I think maybe I should just go to my room and wait it out until morning. If they're still here it must mean everyone in the world is like this, right? Streets would be crazy overrun with ghosts...if that's what they are...strange they look more like negatives than what I've always interpreted as ghosts. No chill in the air or anything." He exhales into his hand on impulse to see if a cloud of warm air showed itself. "Nope! So nothing atmospheric." Picking up a tiny vase he looks around for the closest ethereal body. "Quick experiment!"
Gently throwing it via underhand toward a man sitting in a lobby chair reading a paper that was once in his possession, but now lay fanned out on the carpet. The vase passed through him as he acted as if turning pages like a Mime and bounced off the chair fabric and lay there where he sat. The only thing it did was make him lower his paper, look around, shrug, then resume reading what was no longer there. "He felt something by my doing that. Maybe on the other side it was like him being nudged. Weird!"
Relocating the hot Manager he followed her like a stalker for a bit just to amuse himself. It wasn't like he was ever going to get her, she being elsewhere. Fearing physical touch he instead rolled up a magazine from a lobby end table and moved behind the beautiful ghost. Taking the magazine he swatted her on the ass with it. Like the man with the paper she reacted as if something touched her, looked around, directly at him even, but not as if recognizing he was there. Rubbing her butt she shrugged and went on her way.
"She felt the magazine swat her. Interesting!" Fidgeting as to what to do next he decided his pervy act was not right and went up to the woman facing her and waving, "Hi! I'm the guy that just slapped your ass. Just wanted to say sorry, couldn't resist." Her reaction was a warm smile and a wave over him toward someone other than he. Stepping aside he looked back to see a tall male negative of a man waving back. "Boss! I can tell."
Giving up he went to the elevator and pushed the button waiting on it to arrive. "With no one here that can physically push a button besides me I wonder why it went up again? Guess maybe it's set up that way." A shiver expressed it was more the idea that he might not be alone amid all these negatives that spooked him. While he worried he might be the only living breathing human left of whatever happened here, the odds were he couldn't possibly be the sole survivor...could he?
With the elevator arriving the door hissed open. Within it he found two passengers an older man and a girl Griffin's age. Instead of leaving the elevator they stood idle but seemed almost flirty with their eyes. Swallowing, Griffin stepped in but after pushing the highest level button hugged a corner. Watching them as the door shut the naked ghosts turned to one another and she jumped up into his arms kissing him with ferocity. "Nice!" He fidgeted, "Don't make me miss Jade!" He tried to turn away but the guys hands on the girls ass was too alluring. He knew when this situation actually happened they were dressed because their clothing was at their feet on the elevator floor.
Seeing her purse Griffin carefully used his foot to drag it toward him. Once in his possession he sifted through it finding and confiscating a pack of chewing gum then snuck a look at her ID. Being nosey he discovered her name. "Kaycee Lance!" Looking over at them he said aloud, "Hey Kaycee? Bet I have a bigger dick than he does." It wasn't like she heard him.
Their kiss pausing the man lowered her back to the floor and they behaved. Obviously their original destination concluded but did not have time to disembark before the effect must have hit. Sighing as Griffin held the door he turned to the girl, "I'm in the penthouse if you get tired of Romeo there. We should party." With no obvious recognition Griffin released the door and moved on. A housekeeper was the only other ghost prowling the halls. Nothing special to look at as she walked about, leaving her cart behind unable to no longer push it. Watching her closely she simply looked confused that she could not open doors and went from one room to the next before repeating her routine.