27 Food For Though (1/2)

As I made my way inside via the back door, I didn't have very many positive thoughts about lunch. I was getting pretty hungry, so my mood wasn't positive. After my poor culinary performance this morning, I wasn't very determined to take another stab at cooking.

*It wasn't really morning, though, was it? Time is screwed in this place.*

Saying I was traumatized was a bit of a stretch, but it wasn't too far off, either. Unfortunately, I had to prepare my own meals for the time being.

*I'm still alone. Do I have to remind myself...*

Shaking my head, I pondered what I was going to make for lunch.

*Lunch is supposed to be a midday meal, but the sun is setting. This is so strange...*

I had a feeling that it would take me quite a while to get used to the rapid day and night cycle of this world. That is, if I ever overcame it at all.

*Referring to the time on my phone will be the simplest method for now.*

I wasn't going to bend the rules of my entire life's experience simply because I had been transported to a new fantasy world. There was no reason for my to adhere to another's standards when my own were more than adequate.

*Although, a certain someone would definitely disagree on my standards. I wonder where he's at now?*

That guy. It would be quite convenient if I could meet up with him sometime soon.

*I can't a.s.sume anything, though. I have no idea if he's even here.*

Indeed, I couldn't say for certain if he had also been transported to this otherworldly place simply because he'd been washed up in the white light like I had.

*If he has, though, I'm sure he's already figured out how to make it for himself...*

Even though it had merely been a couple of hours since we were brought here, I didn't have a shred of doubt regarding the capability of my comrade.

*Which reminds me, why did he think of me as a friend, anyway?*

This was a question I would ask myself time and again. A guy who is successful at life befriends a total loser. Truth was stranger than fiction at some times, and this seemed like a good time to use this expression.

*... Regardless of the reason, I'm thankful that I had someone like him. I would be pretty lonely, otherwise.*

In the midst of the thinking, I had arrived at the kitchen. I stared for a while before apprehensively approaching the cursed area.

*This place gives me chills. One wrong step and the whole thing could burn down.*

I preferred leaving this kind of thing to the pros, but at this point, I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands.

*Or else I'll starve to death. Even roasted rabbit sounds really good around now. That's how hungry I am.*

I was even willing to fill my stomach with a clearly abnormal being. A being that could obviously be infected with some unknown pestilence. It was obvious that I wasn't going to actually starve to death. That would take a few weeks. But the lengths that humans could go to in order to survive...

*It's a fascinating topic... Just don't sign me up as the test subject.*

Suddenly, I had a bizarre thought.

*What if... This is An's pet project..? But for now, I'll have to put this thought on hold. I'm seriously starving.*

Like earlier, I still didn't know how to cook. It appeared that instant noodles were the only way to go at the moment. At least they were impossible to burn.

I filled a small pot with water and placed it on the electric stove, turning the heat to max. I then s.n.a.t.c.hed a cup of the good stuff from the pantry and waited for the water to boil.

As I watched the pot boil, my mind couldn't help but wander a bit more.

*Apparently, if I can't *really* die, then this would be an ideal situation for a strange experiment.*

What would said experiment be? An experiment to test the limits of one's humanity!

An undying test subject would be ideal for these types of cruel experiments as long as the experimenter kept it on the down low. If the thing got exposed, there would most likely be h.e.l.lish consequences to pay. As long as my physical body was kept alive and intact, n.o.body would be able to prove I had underwent many experiences teetering on the edge of life and death.

*If this is really true... If I'm a part of some inhumane experiment... An, I'll surely get you for this!*

A bubbling sound awoke me from my daze.

*Looks like the water has boiled.*

I unsealed the cup of noodles and poured the scalding water into it.

*Careful, now. Can't have me burning myself during a simple task such as this when there's so much more to be done.*