Fred Finds a Protector

"What is going on here?" the woman asked.

"She's a zombie," one of the mob said. "She mustn't be allowed to live."

"Nonsense," the woman said. "The sorceresses of my homeland of Aqualaria have shown conclusively that there are no such things as zombies." She turned back towards Fred. "Are you a zombie?"

With a little difficulty, Fred managed to understand the question, language still seeming rather alien to her. She wasn't sure if she could speak, but attempted a reply. "I don't think so," she managed, haltingly but intelligibly.

"Does she sound like a zombie to you?" the woman asked the crowd, clearly intending it as a rhetorical question. "In folklore, aren't they just supposed to say: 'Brains, brains, we want brains.'?"

1. Evidently still not wholly convinced, but unwilling to risk encountering what looked like it was a very sharp sword, the mob retreated back towards the village. "We need to get you a bath and some clothes before anything else," the woman told Fred.
2. "Don't let her confuse you with her fancy words!" one of the throng, braver than the rest, cried. With him in the lead, the mob resumed its advance.

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