The Last Man on Earth: A Survival Romance

by Shae Sanders

For the loneliest people in a room full of others. May you find the one who truly sees you.

“I’m going to get my muhfuckin’ Dora on. You sit yo ass right in that spot and drink that goddamn water.”

People die doing shit like this. Usually white people, I would imagine. Niggas don’t walk into the jungle on purpose. We got too much shit goin’ to be out here creating excitement like that.

Because the truth is, I need him out here. I needs his protection. I need him to treat me gently, even though we’re in what seems like the roughest place on earth. I need to feel safe. With him.

“Plenty of lonely people are lonely in a room full of other people. You can even be lonely in relationships.”

“Hold up.” My smile turns into a laugh. “You sayin’ you want princess treatment? On a desert island?” “Yes,” she says sharply. “Just because I’m stranded doesn’t mean I can’t have standards.”

“Because it’s not a dollar amount. It’s a mindset. You might be the only man here, but you still have to apply pressure.”

“I’m serious.” I sit up, wrapping my arms around her. “I’m very satisfied. No regrets. In the future, no appointments needed. No questions asked. If it’s on sight, I’m good with it. Whenever you want it.”

“There’s a segment of our community that collects degrees like trophies and goes back to school when we’re bored. I’m one of those, I fear.”

don’t give a fuck if they come save us tomorrow,” I say roughly. “I might as well be the last nigga on earth, cuz I’m gon' be the last nigga you fuck.”

“A nigga had to kill a wild animal just to taste this pussy,” I murmur. “When you cum, I better hear you. Tell me it’s mine while you cum on my shit.”

“Think about what you missin’ out on by stayin’ with me for the money. It’s some nigga out there that’ll really love yo ass, that’ll really fuck with you on a deep level, but you ain’t with him cuz you with me. You sellin’ your own self short.”

“Why is your baby mama older than you?” He sits back and makes a face. “Why yours ain’t?”

“You can’t have two clowns in a marriage. Somebody gotta have some sense.”

“I think I just had a contraction.” “A real one, or one of them Toni Braxtons?”