The hospital is probably a better bet. Besides you can get the higher quality stuff there. You doubt if you'll have that much of a problem getting the supplies too, it isn't an uncommon thing for a few things to go missing here and there.



"We better go back to the hospital, I'd rather be on the safe side."

"Good man, come on we'll take the carriage back to the hospital, my brother will drive it, he knows all the short cuts in this city and isn't squeamish about running over dumb fuckers that get in the way."

"Erm, okay then." You reply.

"Just be quick about this shit, if you take too fucking long and Edmond dies, you three are going to be joining him!" Reg reminds all of you.



You, Hans and Wallace leave the Troll's Breath Tavern and set out for the hospital. On the way there you make a mental note of what to say if anyone at the hospital asks you any questions and where else in the hospital to search just in case you don't find what you need right away.



"Tell me, do you think Edmond is a fair man?" Hans suddenly asks you.

"Huh?"

"I said, do you think Edmond is a fair man? Tis not a hard question."

"Uh, well sure. I mean I had a deal with him in the past and he lived up to it."

"Yeah, I know all about that so called deal. If it were truly a deal, you and me wouldn't be having this conversation. I hope you realize this isn't going to be the last time he calls on you again."



You don't say anything. You were trying not to dwell on the possibility of such depressing matters.



"Look friend, I know you. You'd rather not have to live your life being connected to the underworld, but you were in a tight spot, so you resorted to desperate measures. Sort of like your father no?"

"Yeah…I guess so…" you answer not really thinking of that parallel before.

"Well, I sympathize. Trust me I do. I mean I know what it's like to get so far deep into something that you don't know how you're ever going to get out. Hell, I never intended to be part of the Crimson Talons, but I had to do it not just for my survival but my brother's as well."



You say nothing and wait for Hans to get to the point he's going to make.



"What I'm saying is, you don't NEED to have this hanging over your head forever. You could end it tonight."

"Hold on, if we're talking about what I think we are, you heard Reg, he said if we took too long he'd have us all killed."

"I didn't suggest that. I mean that hospital surely has a bunch of things that shouldn't be used in excessive dosages."

"You want me to kill him? I can't do that, I'd get killed by that Sotakan! If not immediately then certainly soon after he suspected that I had something to do with his death!"

"Well I figured that you'd be a little creative in that area. Perhaps give him something for the pain. Something that creates a plausible tale that the man just died in his sleep. It's not like that lizard is really going to put two and two together. It's not the brightest thing; it's just really good at following orders and killing people. I wouldn't worry about it anyway. The lizard will be taken care of soon. And you needn't worry about anyone else potentially retaliating either, Edmond's never been too popular and what few loyal cronies he has other than the lizard will also be dealt with."



You bury your hands in your head at the thought of all this and how you got here in the first place. If you go through with this, you won't just be an accomplice the murder anymore, but a full blown one. You think about the irony of being a doctor. You're supposed to be keeping people alive not killing them.



"Look, I know this is all a lot to take in, but just think. If you do this, you're free. Free to go about the rest of your life as you see fit. And getting rid of Edmond would be a favor to everyone; he's an evil bastard. Now I'm not saying I'm a saint, but the man is unnecessarily brutal. I'd at least try to put an end to some of the random violence that goes on in the organization and get back to focusing on business. Hell, I've got even a long-term plan of trying to make the organization legit one day. Like I said, I didn't really want this life, but it was survival at the time."



If Hans is trying to identify with you on some level to get you to help him, it's working, because you're starting to seriously consider going through with this plan.



Eventually you get to the hospital and you tell Hans you'll be out as soon as possible. It's the graveyard shift so you don't run into too many people you know that ask questions. In fact nobody really pays too much attention to you at all, but you decide to play it safe and head down to the supply room in the basement to take what you need.



After grabbing a few syringes, disinfectants, bandages and the like, you break the lock of the cabinet with the pharmaceutical supplies. You grab the pain killers immediately, but then you look for something that might help you with the other problem.



"Incitahol? What the hell?" you say to yourself, picking up the small vial. This stuff shouldn't even be mixed in with the regular drugs. It's a powerful experimental concoction! It was supposed to be a "miracle" drug that increased the body's natural healing ability even greater than that of mountain trolls and was first used on dying patients. Unfortunately what the drug really did was the speed up the death process and bring them back as zombies. It was banned by most civilized places and is highly sought out by lazy necromancers who don't have the natural ability to raise hordes of undead.



You'd worry more about finding this if you didn't have your own drama going on right now. In fact this would probably be the perfect thing to take with you. Incitahol doesn't cause pain and quickly puts the patient into a coma and death follows soon after. (And then it's zombie time) You'll have to explain some of this to Hans though so he's prepared.



Part of you wonders if you should really go through with all this though. There's no guarantee that Hans is telling you the truth and you might be just trading one master for another. In fact he might just blame you for everything and have you killed when he takes power.



Of course another way to handle this is to inject this stuff into Edmond and not tell him what's going to happen. Chances are undead Ed might kill everyone nearby. Incitahol does increase the reflexes and strength after death making for a rather lively zombie. The problem is this is a very risky endeavor not to mention severely irresponsible.

You kill Edmond and don't inform Hans of the plan

Hans is probably right about Edmond, he's going to keep you around indefinitely. On the other hand Hans probably isn't any better. It's always possible Hans will get killed by "normal" dangers when he gets in power, but he seems pretty savvy. He's likely to stay in power long enough for you to get trapped in this life and his successor is just going to insist on your services. That's even assuming you live that long, being connected to organized crime isn't necessarily a safe way to live if you don't have the street cred and stomach for it.



You need to get rid of Hans as well and hopefully not telling him what you're exactly going to do will create that opportunity.



When you leave the hospital you enter the carriage, which is waiting for you across the street.



"I trust you got everything you need?"

"Yeah, I found something perfect to take care of our problem. He'll slowly fall asleep, then lapse into a coma then finally die."

"Perfect, I can even say his lizard killed him. I better have a crew ready to bum rush him though. He's not going to be an easy kill though."



You're glad Hans sounds pleased with this plan, the only thing you have to do now is pull off the deception. Eventually you get back to the tavern where Reg and several other Talon members are waiting.



"What the fuck took you so damn long? Edmond could've died already!"

"Sorry." You reply and head to his office.



You enter the office and the Sotakan assassin is holding a dagger to your throat already.



"Down boy, it's the doc...ugh…what the fuck took you so long? I'm dying over here!"



The Sotakan releases you and you run over to Edmond who is now lying on the floor still clutching his side.



"I'm going to give you this shot first, it'll help as an anti-biotic and to ease the pain. You might start getting sleepy though, do you someplace more comfortable to lay?"

"Yeah, I guess the sofa."



You Help Edmond to the sofa and give him the shot of Incitahol. You then begin sewing him up as quickly as possible. Normally you'd do a better job and extract the shrapnel in his body, but you figure he's going to be dead soon anyway and you need to get out of here before he starts turning.



"There you go. You should be good now, but you'll need to rest and not move too much for a few days."

"(Yawn) Not a problem. I'll probably just take care of business from here for the time being. As long I got my Sotakan whatchin' my back, I'll be fine. Damn, that shit kicks in really quick. I don't feel anything….(Yawn) Glad you could help out doc…be sure to stick around…(Yawn) might have some work for you in the…zzzzzzzzzz…"



You stand away from Edmond, give a nod to the Sotakan and then leave quickly.



"So is he asleep?" Edmond asks walking up to you.

"Yeah, won't be long…hey where's that Reg guy?" you say noticing a difference in some of the personnel hanging around the bar now.

"Don't worry about him, you just take a seat at that table over there. If need anything just let Wallace know."

"Uh, I don't think you really need me around any longer."

"Nonsense! Given what's going to go down, we might still need a doctor soon. Besides having a doctor around in the future might be useful. Sit down, you'll be fine."



You get the impression you don't have much choice in the matter so you do as Hans says. You try not to make your panic too noticeable, but you really scared about what's going to happen. What happens if Hans finds out what you did? What if something gets out of hand and you suddenly got a bunch of zombies hungry for flesh? Normally you'd probably have a drink to calm your nerves, but you're so worried about what might happen, you feel your only hope is to have all your wits about you.



Eventually Wallace gets sick of watching you and goes to talk with his brother who is currently sitting at a table with a group of other thugs telling them how they need to attack the Sotakan assassin as quickly as possible when they rush the room. You think about making a break for it, but you'd never make it.



Time passes and eventually noise is heard from Edmond's office. It's a mixture of hissing, moaning and loud crashing.



"What the fuck?" Hans says pulling out his flintlock and then looks over in your direction, you shrug your shoulders replying "I dunno."

"Come on, let's just do it!" Wallace says picking up a nearby blunderbuss.



At this point Wallace and the rest of the thugs rush into Edmond's office. Hans stays outside watching you and the both of you hear a bunch of yelling, fighting, and gunshots. Then there's silence.



"Wallace?" Hans calls out while heading towards the office.

"…ugh…yeah…I'm hurt…get the doc…" Wallace's voice calls back.



"Come on, get yer ass over here, my brother's hurt!" Wallace says. You gulp nervously and slowly make your way to Wallace



"Shit, it looks like a fucking slaughterhouse in here." Hans remarks as you both enter the room.



Hans is quite correct, the office is splattered with blood and gore with several dead bodies everywhere. Edmond, the Sotakan, and the Crimson thugs they're all dead. You notice Edmond has a head wound, the Sotakan does too, you can't tell with some of the other though until…



"OH SHIT! WALLACE!" Hans shouts as two of those bodies suddenly sit up and attack!



Hans shoots one of them in the chest, dropping it to the floor temporarily, but the other one begins munching on Wallace. His screams are enough to finally cause you to run.



"HEY YOU COWARDLY FUCK, HELP ME! AGH! MY FOOT!" Hans yells as you try to open the tavern door. Unfortunately Hans wasn't taking any chances of you attempting to escape and the door is firmly locked.



In desperation you grab a nearby chair to bust out a small window you might be able to squeeze through. You attempts are cut short when one of the zombies tackles you to the floor and take a bite out of your arm. You cries of pain are cut short when the next bite rips out your throat.



Your death is just one of the first in the zombie plague you thoughtlessly unleashed on Klyton.