A pet or dystopia

I woke up from a dream I kept having since I came to my new home; I live in a vast mansion with 18 rooms. Three of them are mine to do whatever. You would think I should be happy I have everything I want. Every game console, Every video game made, Endless film, clothes, cars, and my own kitchen, Your right; it should make me happy, but what's the point when you have everything when you're alone? I don't mean metaphorical; I mean literally I am alone because I'm the last human... I still live on Earth, just not in the human realm; yeah, you heard correctly," I don't live in the human realm...anymore. I now live in a world of magic. You know creatures of tables and legends, mermaids, fairies, lamia's, you name it. I live with Jagan, a lamia; Jagan looks human from his upper torso up. He has a Caucasian look, lean physique, turquoise eyes, and unkempt red hair. On his lower torso is the snake part. Jagan could change his form from human to lamia at will. So, in the human world, he used to be my employer when life was great…until it happened, and my species died within months. How did I survive?

Let me tell you. 2 years ago, and The world went to hell. Chaos was everywhere, but where was I? On vacation…inside my underground bunker that was the size of a two-story mansion. It was great. I had massive food storage, freshwater with filtration, and safety. I am a loner so, being alone wasn't that bad until six months later. I was thinking everything normal. I went upstairs; I have two sealed doors to keep it safe and open with a key that I had made. As I open the door, everything looked great. I hiked to a cliff to look at the town I lived in. But instead, All I see is not just the town was in ruins, my house was too, and dead bodies everywhere. I got into the car that I had in storage and drove to the town. My house was broken into, all the plants and small animals were dead. I ran all over the neighborhood, with so many dead bodies it looked like a war zone. What happened here? I scream while looking for any signs of life. Oh, I found a pack of coyotes; I ran to the car but locked my keys inside so, I ran and climbed a tree.

I was up there a good 4 hours until they got bored and left. I have never cried so much. Then after three months of looking, sending a radio broadcast, and not hearing another person, I tremble when I asked myself, "what if I'm the last one?" I knew I had to go into town to get supplies to survive, So I grabbed a backpack, packed essential, a small katana sword that could be extended to a bow-staff and used my spare key had in my secret storage box. I went to the nearest city, and it was way worst there; it looked like everyone died so suddenly, crows and other scavengers were eating the dead bodies, it looked like a buffet, one I would never want to sit down at. The air smelled so bad I had to put on a gas mask, the crows would squawk at me almost like saying, "my food, don't touch"

Every building was breaking down in electrical power, and the pipes inside could be heard were breaking down. I looked at my cellphone; it was still working; I started to take photos, not to brag on social media, but to document what was happening if any humans were left…if not in the city but at least in the world.

And I had been taking photos and gathering supplies every day for six months. Then one day, I enter the city downtown, the world only the rich and powerful ruled. Money talked here.

It keeps everyone in line. But now, it lies on the ground like a fallen treasure. Nature was claiming everything, like it was saying, "I reclaim this world your kind took." I come across a building, I recognized it. I used to work there, and I loved that job. I walked up to the top floor, which was the 13th floor. I know thirteen was a bad luck number, of course, it didn't matter when I entered the office I used to work there. It looked like everything was frozen in time; I walked to my desk. Well, what was my desk? It was covered in dust; my pens were still in my cup waiting to be used, even my glow in the dark stress ball was still on the shelf I left it, too bad it didn't glow enough light to shine and show me what happened to the world I once called home. I decided to walk into Jagan's office; his desk was covered with gifts and a bouquet of dried flowers. One package caught my eye. It was a small box, wrapped with red ribbon. I know it wasn't for me, but I was curious about what was inside. When I opened the box, I thought maybe a gold watch, or a medal of some kind…it was a silver heart-shaped locket. With the words "I give you my heart" engraved on it.

With all these gifts, it looked like Christmas; my co-workers worshipped him. Just as I was about to open the other presents. I was bond in what looked like large snake coils; they looked familiar when I heard the voice of my former employer.

It was Jagan; I thought he was dead; why here is a little back story I worked as his social media expert. Jagan wasn't interested in promoting his business; he liked being the center of attention, which is why all his staff loved him because he was putting some control potion in the drinks. How did I know he was doing? When he asked me to come to his house, to help him. He gave me a drink. To be polite, I took it, but I poured it into a plant pot. When he wasn't looking, there was about a teaspoon left, so I drank it. And yes, I fell asleep, only to be bond by Jagan in his Lamia form; he thought I was under his control, so he ordered me to undress and straddle him when he saw the fear in my eyes. I managed to get up and try to run, but his tail wrapped around my leg, and the next thing I knew, I was utterly bond from my neck to my ankles. I begged him to let me go. "So you're not under my control," he said. "Please, I just want to go home." I started to cry. He looked at me as if I was a new plaything for him. To cut the crap short. HR came to the house to talk to me. It turned out our HR was a doppelganger named Mira who acted like a bridge between the world. He spoke, and he made me feel safe.

I was allowed to leave on the condition I didn't tell anyone about our boss and to return to work. I was getting annoyed when Jagan started to slide his finger down my back as a way to flirt. So to prove I wanted him to stop, I slapped him a couple of times, which Mira approved. I never thought He and Jagan had a love-hate relationship. Then one day, I got word that Jagan was dead, and the building was sealed off. Everyone was allowed to go in and get their things; all my valuable possessions were inside my underground bunker. I felt terrible because I was unemployed. But Jagan was so generous he left his entire staff so much money we didn't have to work for a whole year. So thankfully, I took a little vacation in my underground bunker, which I inherited from my great Aunt, up in the mountains. Anyway, back to me seeing Jagan. Out of all the living things in the world, why couldn't it have been the stupid bitch… what's her face? "Jagan, I thought you were dead…whatever. I'm very busy at the moment, so if you do…" I stated. But he gagged me.

"I was right, there is one left," He said, looking at me as if he was looking at the rarest diamond. I gave him a straight look. I shook my head to loosen the gag so I can talk, "What do you mean 'one left'? There are others in some parts of the world." Mira walks in and shows me what looks like a tablet; it was Earth with the percentage of damage and other life forms such as flora and fauna. I was shocked to see 75% more than everything else, and my picture showed as the 000.1% of human life. I screamed, I cried, then I fell to the floor and had a panic attack.

What felt like hours was only twenty minutes. Mira and Jagon stayed with me. When I looked at them, Mira and Jagon were in their human form. I asked them why they came back to the human world if it is now a wasteland. Jagan said he came to collect me because he has always wanted a human for a pet, and by a pet, he means a submissive I was not interested. Mira suggested I become a companion instead. Jagan wanted me to come with he even wrapped his tail around my ankle. Mira Told him to stop and pulled me aside to talk.

Mira explains that it was my choice to go with them to the magic world since there was nothing on Earth to keep me there. Mira made sense. There was nothing, no family, no friends, and food was starting to run out, and getting food somewhere else, I would have to leave my bunker for days, maybe even two weeks, to get essentials, and the car I had is starting to break down. I asked him where I would live since humans don't have residents there. Jagan told me in his mansion. Where I would live like a king and eat whatever I wanted.

I walked to a window to see the world I lived in. You know what saw, no future, decay, broken windows because of the lack of maintenance, and the street filled with decomposing human bodies. I asked if I could return to my bunker to gather some of my things. Jagan and Mira said yes, and offered to help me carry my things. It took a whole day; on my last day in the human world, I dug a hole in the ground next to the secret entrance of my bunker and dropped the heart-shaped locket. As I covered it, a tear fell on the tiny grave. It's been one year since I came to the world of magic. I still cry because I guess I haven't come to terms that I'm the last one. I stay in the mansion most of the time and go for walks with Jagan or Mira.

Sometimes I go back to the human world to get more safekeeping stuff, like ancient books, Historical documents, and artifacts. I know the day I die, the human species will be extinct, so I might as well try to preserve what was good about my species.