Chasing Elysian

51. Pocket Dimension (III)

(III - T h e  S l u m s)

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R O S A N N A' S   P. O. V:

“Little Red? Little Red! Reddie! Where- oh, there you are!”

The sounds of footsteps fast approaching me brought my attention to a corner of the room.

I sat up somewhat weakly, feeling drained mentally. My sight laid upon a little seven years old child, a very cute young girl whose features were not the least bit overpowered by her torn and patched up clothes.

However, none of that was as attractive as the bright and readable display of words which floated above her head. Like those rectangular spaces that displayed a player's name in a virtual gaming world.

[ I s o l a d e ]

The young girl approached my sitting figure and bent down, unhesitatingly diving into my embrace.

“Gran'ma Irene sai' you were sick and you will be carried to Uncle Freddie's house! You won't be back for some time and who will play with me? I will tell Auntie to send herbs! How are you feeling now, Red?”

“Better.” I gave a curt response. Staring blankly at the bold blue eyes before my face.

‘The mental age of children living in the slums are relatively high. And even more so higher in this world, but Isolade is a rare case, sheltered in the most uncanny place. A bit more knowledgeable than the average kid, but as immature as a child should be.’

Before we could continue our conversation, three figures walked into the room. All of which I could identify from the memory fragments I received, but the identities of the three individuals were outrageously alarming.

[ G r a n d m a  I r e n e / Contaminated 2%]

[ U n c l e  F r e d d i e/ Contaminated 11%]

[ U n k n o w n/ Contaminated 19% ]

...Well lookie here, I'm in the presence of three zombies with a little girl I'm supposed to protect.

“You're alive?” The old woman questioned in surprise, staring at me in wonder while the two men besides her instantly looked off and displeased.

My mouth answered before my brain could formulate a proper response. “Well no shit sherlock. I can say the same for you, you two-faced traitor! Mofudging wild life!”

The entire room was surprised at my outburst. Yes, even I was surprised. But fear tended to bring out a part of ourselves we don't always showcase. These three cannibals didn't expect me to sit and wait to be on their plates, eh? No.

Abruptly grabbing Isolade's hand, I dashed towards the nearest window in the room. The trio of possessed life forms too stunned to react in time. And too weak, even. They were lowlifes indeed. Very gladly for me.

“Arix Septon!” Conjuring a wide plate of thick ice underneath our feet, using a magic spell, I had Isolade and I transmitted through the window with ease and speed.

The young girl crashed on the ice floor with a deafening scream, but I was all too busy focusing on maintaining the control of the spell. Everything was surreal, like a three second slow motion but in reality, seven long hours was far spent.