Of Course He Does!

Although their hostess had warned them not to go upstairs, Silvan couldn't ignore what he was hearing. If something was upstairs, possibly eating their hostess, he needed to make sure his friends were safe. Silvan strapped on his dagger and quietly crept up the stairs. At the top, he found a corridor that lead to five different rooms. The room at the far end of the corridor was slightly ajar and candle light flickered inside. Silvan slid against the wall, trying to see through the darkness around him to make sure nothing was stalking him as he made his way to the door.

Once he was there, Silvan leaned to where he could peak in, hoping he wouldn't disturb whoever was inside. What he saw startled him. The hostess was inside, naked and feasting on a dead goat from the pen outside. It wasn't just her face, but her whole body was stitched together. Her legs and arms were stitched on and like her face it seemed she had patches of different skin tones all over her body. She was also strong. Silvan watched in horror as she easily tore a chunk off the animal and ate it raw.

He was so shocked that Silvan stumbled backwards and alerted her. He was stumbling back down the hall when she threw open her door and came out, still naked with some blood on her chest.

"Please, don't run! I wont hurt you!" She seemed afraid, but Silvan wondered if it was fear of being found out by others or fear of being rejected. He stopped, and dropped his hand to his dagger, waiting to see what she would do. She eyed his hand for a moment and then looked down at herself. She gasped and fled back to the room before returning in a few moments with her hood again.

"I had hoped you wouldn't see that... My horrible body or how I have to eat... If you had come tomorrow, I wouldn't have had to risk it, but I have to feed a few times a month..."

"What are you," Silvan asked, not once letting his hand leave his dagger. he had almost stopped her when she called her body horrible. Even stitched together, she was beautiful, but he didn't want to say anything just yet.

"I'm... I'm a zombie. My late husband was a former court mage. We retired here long ago when I fell ill. I was always weak and sickly but that last illness robbed me of what little strength I normally had. My husband was **** to save me, but in the end... So he experimented with necromancy. He never told me about his experiments before he managed to revive me, just that I didn't need to know of his sins. It took him years, and he had to almost completely rebuild me, but he finally brought me back."

"What happened to him? How long have you been here?"

"He died. A long time ago. I haven't kept track of the time, but it has been a few hundred years now. He taught me how to breed the goats and chickens so I would always have a food source, and his experiments allowed him to bring me back with my mind fully intact and without the ability to turn others into zombies. I'm basically just an immortal woman who occasionally needs fresh meat."

Silvan listened to her story. He didn't want to believe her, wanted to stay wary after learning that she was a zombie. But he could hear the tremble in her voice as she explained. She was all alone and scared of being reject because of what she was. He couldn't bring himself to fear her. He released his dagger and as soon as he did, he saw her begin to tear up. He crossed the corridor and by the time he took her into his arms, she was sobbing. How long had she been alone in this empty house?

Her body was cool to the touch, but she was soft and melted into his embrace. He was surprised tears could even come out of a zombie, but before he could ask, she explained that her husband used magic to make her as human as possible. She could cry and experience pleasure and pain, but she didn't bleed if cut.

"I'm sorry you have been alone so long. If you wish, you could come with us. I could help you get set up closer to our village so you could have company from time to time."

"That would be nice, but how could you convince an entire village to accept a zombie? Are you the mayor or something?"

"No I'm... um... I run the local brothel..."

She pulled away from him for a moment and looked at him in shock.

"A brothel?"

"Yeah, I run brothel that uses monster girls. We have a slime, a minotaur, and a cat girl right now."

"A-are you asking me to work for you?"

"I wasn't, but a zombie... Hmm... that could probably get some attention. If you want a job, I can supply it, but otherwise, I was just offering a new home."

She thought about it for a moment before putting her head against his chest.

"I... I don't know. I'm afraid. Give me until in the morning to think about it."

"Ok, I understand."

"B-but... I wouldn't mind... I wouldn't mind some company tonight."

Silvan looked down at the zombie, and to him she looked more like a lonely and **** woman than a monster. He wasn't sure that she would accept his offer, but he did feel sorry for her. But should he take her up on her plea for company?