Small Fry

"Thank you again for saving me!" Said with a lots of gratitude.

"It was no big deal" Skitta said

[Why were they so weak? I'm not much of a fighter but they were taken down so easily with just one punch. Why did I try fighting them anyway?]

"What were those things?" Skitta asked.

"Those beings are called "Jomas"," Fenn replied, "There's few types of Jomas. The ones we fought were fortunately the weakest type, The Small Fry Joma"

Boble added on, "The Small Fry Jomas are unfortunate human beings who were killed and infected by other jomas"

The Small Fry Jomas are monsters that could be considered zombies, their purple rotting skin seemed to be melting, multicoloured humanoid organs leaking out, with a horrendous smell to add onto their already disgusting appearance. Their presence alone could make anyone go crazy, but not Sigmas like Skitta. Walking corpses aren't interfering with his dream.

Skitta then noticed a horrible stench, he almost fell to his knees.

"Ah-Gomen gomen, I should have told you about their stench" Boble said while scratching his head with an awkward smile.

The author of "The Ten Tales of the Misunderstood Sigma" or "TTMS" fucking sucks at describing smells, so as the reader please use your fucking imagination. -bobskittle

Skitta refuses to lift the hand he used to punch a joma above his waist for he does not want that stench to reach his nostrils.

"Ah, I almost forgot that I was in a mission!"

"I was sent to the Alpha Woods to search for a Sigma Soldier, she was sent here for a quest three weeks ago but she has not returned" , Boble said while avoiding eye contact.

"I've been really worried about her, I hope nothing bad happened"

"What was her name?" Fenn asked.

"Her name was Senjougi,"

Fenn stays silent. He then lowered his head so no one could meet his eyes, the same eyes holding a charm similar to rubies, carrying a captivating red hue. Any sane person could get fooled by those dazzling eyes.

Skitta remembers the image of Senjougi's feeble, helpless body.

Skitta started quivering.

In a apprehensive tone, "She- She's dead."

"Nani?"