Introverts Lifeguide in Apocalypse

[This is a blog to show you how to survive.

However, I realized I have released no real survival content yet.

Therefore, here are the first and second rules of survival for introverts:

- Distance yourself from extroverts. They might not be bad people but just like a chemical materials properties, some chemicals are just not to be blended. Introverts should keep a distance from extroverts, even more, if they are someone dear. 

*To be clear, don't follow this when it is on the superficial level, only on the emotional level. Just don't put your heart on them... Cause their brains don't work the same way as ours...

- Bland in, only if you don't have the skills to survive alone! But don't try too hard to blend in when you can survive on your own. Just do it. 

*Don't you know how to bland in? You don't actually have to bland in on a deep scale. It is enough to do it on the surface, like how you have done so far. 

Do your own part and don't be a burden. Then, don't concern yourself with the rest. You have done your part! Pushing it will do you no good and decreases your survival chances! 

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He paused for a second. Then, after swallowing his food, he drank juice. He again looked at me.

"Do you perhaps have 60 million in your account?" He said in a ridiculing tone. Unlike the last time I got his point, it was the cancelation fee.

I looked at him, trying to make the guilt visible on my face.

"No, I don't... In the worst case, I will go to the jail." I said in a calm tone., trying to be rational. Well, better than starving someone to death... Or making them die of fear... 

Suddenly Lucas asked something that made me freeze. How on earth did he come to this conclusion?

"Do you hate me that much?" 

Opening my mouth like a fish, I couldn't utter a word. Finally, after a few seconds, I could think again.

"No! Of course not! What I am saying is that I have left you alone in this God-knows-where place and you nearly starved!!! All I am saying is that you have a say! If you don't want to be with me, I understand it... Since you have all the reasons!"

For the third time that day, Lucas shocked me.

" Oh, you were talking about that? It's chill by me, I mean I have been in worse situations. You weren't even gone for that long and I had the pastries and there was water... The animals were here too."

This time, I couldn't say anything anymore. Everyone has their history and he might have one worse than mine... I got up from the old chair. We should probably change it to the new ones. 

" Eat up and then go wash up..."

Thinking about my imagination, I continued.

"And change your room to one room next to mine. It might have warm water and you know? Better to be closer."

He didn't seem to mind that I changed the topic.

"Right or left?"

I shrugged as I turned to make a toast for myself.

"I don't know, it's just a guess, since the one I am staying at had warm water. Maybe the ones next to it have warm water too!"

Lucas becomes sarcastic again!

"Such a logic! With that logic, shouldn't all the rooms on the second floor have it? Why didn't the ones in the corner have any?"

I cast him a side-eye.

"It doeshn't hurth to tesht if there ish!! If there washn't any, jusht bath in my room! " I said in an unrecognizable voice with a mouth full of bread.

Lucas looked at me with disgust, which I ignored going out of the kitchen.

Most of the furniture had to be assembled, so they were in parts, making them easier to move. With resolve, I started moving them inside. The sun was above me when I unloaded the last box and took it inside.

Lucas, totally refreshed, was playing with the ducklings. He has helped me to move the heavier stuff. Seeing me, he released the duckling.

"Are you done? "

I nodded my head.

"Was there warm water in any of the rooms?" I asked curiously.

Lucas's face soured as he looked at me with a pouting expression. 

"Yeah, the one on the left... But have come you have a hot spring and I don't?"

I smirked at him.

"Since I am the house owner. " I said with a show-off expression, then neutralized my face.

"You too can use it whenever you want to! After all, you will live here for a long time...!"

He nodded without mincing. He seemed back to normal, but I couldn't miss that he was following me everywhere, as if he was afraid I might vanish.

"Come help me unbox the stove!" I said as I walked to the left corridor.

His steps sounded behind me as he voiced out his hunger.

"I am starving! What are we having for lunch?" 

"VEGETABLE PANCACES!" 

"Nooo!!" he said in a fading voice, with disappointment.

"YEAH!" I said neutrally.

"I mean why?? I have worked so much, don't I need protein???" he said, trying to convince me.

He can do that all he wants. My resolve is unbreakable. I have paid so much for those vegetables. 

"No need to worry, there are eggs in the pancake! You will have your fill of protein." I said back to him with a smile.

He pouted.

Even as we installed the stove, he was shooting arrows in darkness.

"I am a teenager, I need meat!! What if I don't grow up??"

And as I was making the pancakes, he was still blabbering.

Rinsing the vegetables, the water quality surprised me. It was so beautifully clear and fresh.

It, too, reminded me of my grandfather's demand to water his dearest trees. I had missed doing so for two days now.

"It is your fault if I get bullied for not having a tall stature! I am telling you, high schoolers these days are the real deal!!"

Using my newly purchased utensils, I peeled the potatoes and onions and grated them. Squeezing out the water, I moved them into a big metal bowl. I took out my new casting board and my new kitchen knife set.

"We have so much meat! Why the vegetables?"

I drew out a knife and looked at his stubbornness.

Chop! The sound of the sharpness of the knife slicing the champions is perfectly satisfactory. Champions were done in no time, very sharp.

"You chose, go bring one! Mona, Moroun, or one of your ducklings?"

His eyes widened. 

"What..." Unable to finish his question, he opened and closed his mouth with an expression of disbelief.

" If you want meat, we should slaughter one of those, since the meat is for the party."

Lucas looked at me, question marks all over his face.

"What party? In this place??" he asked with a frown. 

"Yeah, it's a tradition. Whenever someone new moves in, they have to throw a party. Inviting the neighbors so they know our faces, in case we mistakenly invade their territory..."

He was still unconvinced.

"Why should we do that? It's not even like we have any neighbors!!"

I took my eyes off the green onions I was slicing and looked up at him.

"We have, first of all, the ones on the other side of the bridge. Sure enough, you could guess they are a lot, just considering things that banged our car. And I am even more sure you have found out that people here have their own rules. They are not keen on uninvited guests and might get rid of us without notice. Reasoning that they thought we were intruders..." I explained the unwelcome visions I had seen as reasonably as I could.

Now he is looking at me with a complicated expression. A mixture of disbelief and fear.

'I might have frightened him, shitless...' I thought helplessly. I never had to explain anything to anyone before. Lucas is the first one ever to ask me so many questions.

"Ahem, it is what my grandfather, who gave me this place, said."

He looked pretty convinced, but for another reason.

'Should I just take her earlier offer?' is probably what Lucas thought. 

I tried to ease him down, using what grandfather had actually told me.

"Of course, you don't have to worry, since they won't harm you as long as you are in our land. I have a map marking our land. Other than the ones on the other side of the bridge, our neighbors are pretty far away." I said with a smile.

He looked at me with suspicion.

"How far are we talking about? And just how many of these neighbors are there that you are not naming them??" Lucas asked as he crossed his arms.

I didn't answer. He put his hands on the Iceland board in the middle of the kitchen, where I was chopping the vegetables, and leaned forward.

"Are you sure it is safe to stay here???" He asked with a sarcastic yet serious tone.

"Yes, it is," I said, taking my eyes from him and adding my sliced vegetables to the bowl. 

I cracked two eggs and added salt and chili. Taking the whisk, I started whisking the ingredients as I continued talking.

" That is, if you don't wander around and listen well."

I looked at him, still leaning on the Iceland, as I added two spoons of flour to the bowl. His expression was vague.

"By the way, there are 8 direct neighbors and with the exception I mentioned earlier, they are far away from us. When I say far away, I mean it. "

He raised a brow.

"If you mean it, tell me how far is the second closest neighbor and also point out their aggressiveness on a scale of ten," Lucas said in his young master-type tone. 

I was thinking about how to formulate it and he added another condition.

"Where the ones who attacked us are five and dogs that bite to kill are ten..."

He didn't leave me much space. They are the dogs that bite to kill.

I bite my lower lip as I stroked the edges of the bowl with my finger.