Dinner for One

Picking her up, I placed her back on ground and face looking up. I grabbed the chicken by the neck and cut it's throat with my knife.

"Keep your mouth open, don't try to close it!"

Pouring in the chicken blood, her mouth was like a bottomless well. I didn't stop until every drop was put in her, her one eye looked more alive than ever.

"Well I hope it did good for you, I am off to sleep."

Waking up the next day, I hear moaning. Looking over at noise, I see her but something is a bit off today.

"Hey you doing ok?"

Walking over to her I inspect her and notice her skin is growing back and the bones sticking out before are now deeper back in the body, so she is fixed by blood.

"I will get you another chicken next week, until then I will go make money."

Not expecting a response I turn around, however I hear a grunt like noise from her.

Turning back to face her, she is staring at me with her one eye.

"Were you replying to me just then, do it again if you are."

She gave another grunt, and confirmed my theory. So she can now communicate to a small degree.

I spent that whole day searching the sewers with a new found passion, I now had a goal.