Chapter 4

As Nemitz finally regained a semblance of clarity. Finally, calmed down enough to think of his current situation. Maybe?

~Ok, enough drama. This time. Let's think this through caAalmlyyy. Shit.

I've been miserable this few days. Why can't I get my shit together. Those protagonists seem to be ok right off the bat after being reincarnated or transmigrated and some shit. Why can't I?!

Heaving a big sigh…

~ok, let's start over. Let's put saving the damsel in distress for later. Saving myself comes first. Let's do this one step at a time. I need a goal. Well, that's the obvious need to survive. How? Also, obvious. Need money. Lots of it.

Having a deep thought with a creepy smile on his face. Forgetting there's a certain someone still on the floor looking at him as if he was an idiot. Not as if. An Idiot.

"Hey rat, what's with that creepy smile. You're thinking of gangbangin me with that douche or something?"

Startled of being called out all of a sudden.

As any sensitive man would do. He could only whisper "Sorry…"

"Tsk. Whatever."

"Uhmm., do you need help standing up?"

Hearing the awkward man offering help. Meridith just looks at him as if confirming something. Is he really an idiot?

"Oh, what a gentleman you are. Very polite. Yes, come here please."

Blinking Nemitz isn't sure if she's being sarcastic or for the first time actually being nice to him. Not sure what to do. He just got up and walk to Meredith helping her get up, but before he could put his hands on her, he was smack in the head before he even realizes it.

Blacking out for a second. He was sure he had a concussion.

"What the f*ck was that?!"

~Why are this people so damn abusive?!

"Shut up! You think your top shit just cause you offer help?! Men!" scoffing, Meredith got back up with difficulty even Nemitz tried of helping her again, she just smacks his hands away.

"Keep your disgusting hands away from me!"

"Hey! What's wrong with you?! I'm just offering help!"

"That's funny. You, helping me now means you want something, right?" smirking, Meridith just looks at him the same as she looks at Jacob. Just another man with dick for brains.

"What kind of logic is that?!"

As if hearing the funniest joke, laughing so hard, Meredith can't help bend over and almost cough up blood cause of the bleeding in her mouth.

"Yeah yeah, whatever Mr. Gentleman. You've already stayed here a couple of days. You know what you saw. And not once did you offer help. Hahaha! And now out of the blue after got choked and thrown out, you offer help?hahaha! Real funny!"*cough cough!

Hearing her, Nemitz couldn't help but be embarrassed and guilty at the same time. He did deserve it. She's right, He's just being a hypocrite. Seeing her staggering, he doesn't know what to do. But just as he tried walking away. He heard a thud. And saw Meredith fainted on the floor.

Whispering to himself… "I'm sorry. But this time please let me help you."

Getting out of the bathroom, after doing number 2. Jacob saw Nemitz caring for Meredith inside the room. Smirking, He sneaks behind him and whispered near his ear "You like her?"

Startled of the man behind him, Nemitz almost elbowed the man.

Evading as if it was nothing. Jacob just shrugs and smiled mockingly at him.

"Your out of your league bumpkin. Better for you not to think about her."

As night falls with only the sound of the wind outside and crackling of the fire place could be heard. Nemitz finally got to thinking again. At least tried to. To distract himself with the moaning coming out of the room where the mad couple is doing their usual nightly activities. With the flesh slapping, sometimes even a thud or something smashing inside? What the f*ck are they doing in there? And of course don't forget their usual cursing at each other.

Sighing, and with a thoughtful expression, Nemitz finally got to thinking of his current predicament. Only this time like a proper protagonist would do. Without the weeping to wailing and just break into full hysteria this couple of days.

~How many days exactly I've been here? Eight or 10 maybe? And don't forget I was also comatose. Damn, I've not even aware it's been a long time. Guess being hysterical for a long time that's where the respect flew out the window.

So what's on the to-do list.

I need money.

Saving Meredith from the douche?

Going back home.

Simple enough. Number 1 how do I get money? Is money even the current currency?

Ok, scratch that. First I need information. Luckily he's bringing me to town this week.

Now for saving Meredith. With the sound I'm hearing from their room, I ain't even sure if she needs saving. She's currently too happy.....???

As for going back home. No f*cking idea. How did I even get here in the first place.

Almost relapsing. Nemitz tried to suppress that dread from creeping back up. He knows he isn't some optimistic protagonist. He doesn't have any cheats. No tutorial. No system. He was just a fresh graduate from college. Everything about him is average. Right to the core of his being and out of nowhere he just woke up in the middle of a snow field. What can you do in that kind of situation?!

*sighing… Nemitz can't help that single tear from dropping. He just couldn't accept this. And still prayed to some form of a higher being to save him. To let this be just an awful, long, nightmare.