Given that Dr. Kovas rarely compliments anyone, he has to like you a lot. You decide it might be best to take advantage of that fact. After his class you approach him about your situation, but he doesn't seem very sympathetic.



"Yes, yes, I'm sure your problems are very important to you, but my question is why are you telling me?"

"Well that's what I was getting at, I wanted to know if there was something I could do to help you out. Some way of maybe earning more money…"

"Money? Hah! What do you think this is a factory employment line? If you want to help me, you shouldn't be doing it for cash m'boy. You should be doing it for the love of science!"



He starts to make his way out of the classroom, but you follow.



"Dr. Kovas, I'd love to help for the love of science, but I'm not exactly in a position to do so! I mean I've got so many expenses and responsibilities and…"

"Stop right there m'boy. Again you're telling me these things as if I can do something about them…or that I WANT to do something about them."

"(sputter)…because I thought that given how much you praise my work in class you'd want to help out a potential fellow future doctor." You say getting exasperated.

"YOU? A fellow doctor? Ha ha ha ha! Granted you may have the ability to be a doctor one day, but if you think you'd ever approach someone of my caliber, I've sorely underestimated your capacity for logical thinking." Dr. Kovas laughs.



At this point you're angry, you came to get help, not be insulted by this asshole. You're hesitant to outright insult him back though since you still need to finish his class, so you just decide to leave.



"Alright fine, don't help me then. I just thought you were different from the other rich elitist bastards that look their noses down at me just because of my working class background. I'll just leave…"

"Wait, wait, you think I'm looking down on you because of your humble roots? My, my someone has an inferiority complex. M'boy I'm looking down on you because you're whining about your problems to me. You have much potential and despite your pathetic tales of woe it is obvious that you've overcome much and are determined in your goals to become a doctor. I think however you could do something more, but unless you're willing to help me for the love of science, not because of money, or what I might be able to do for you then I think you will languish in mediocrity like most that pass through my class."



At this point you don't know what the hell kind of head game Dr. Kovas is playing with you, but if there is some sort of possibility that he might help you, then you might need to play along.



"I don't believe you. Or rather I don't believe you'll help me for the right reasons. You're going to help, because you still believe that I'm going to help you."

"Yes." You blurt out.

"Heh, well at least you're honest now. All right I'm going to roll the dice with you and allow you to help me on a project I've been working on. I'll even assure you that you will profit from this because I know you seem to be concerned about such things."

""I'm really not, I just need extra money to…"

"Don't interrupt!" Dr. Kovas snaps. "As I was saying, you will profit from this, but it is my hope that you will come to do this for science more than anything. Because if you aren't then you're in the wrong field."

"I thought the field of medicine was primarily to help the sick." You say.

"Bah! Helping people? Nonsense! Most so called doctors aren't in it to help people, they're in it for the money! They're all a bunch of soulless greed automatons that have no real passion for the mysteries of the human body and all this field has to offer!"



Dr. Kovas has a reputation for misanthropy and cynicism, but you weren't aware how much until just now, still he says he's willing to help you and that's good enough for you.



"Now then, if you are going to help me, you need to meet me at my lab tonight and whatever you do, don't tell anyone about it. When you get inside you are NOT to discuss what you see with anyone, do you understand?"

"Um, what exactly are we going to be doing?" you ask a little concerned.

"You'll see soon enough, but it's a secret project that will change the way modern medicine works! I can't afford to have anyone stealing my ideas! So I need you to be all the way in on this! If you're going to hesitate, then get out of my sight right now."

"Okay, okay, I'll help you."

"Good. See you tonight." Dr. Kovas says and walks away.



You put in some time at the inn, but later leave Wendy in charge and tell her to close it down if you aren't back by closing time. You remind Alan to lock everything up. Wendy of course isn't very pleased with this idea and reminds you once again of how she's overworked. You just apologize and leave.



When you get to Dr. Kovas' lab he doesn't immediately open the door, and you have to wait about five minutes before he comes out to scold you that you're five minutes late! You don't argue though, you just enter only for Dr. Kovas to immediately ask you a disturbing question.



"Can you kill a man?"

"WHAT?!"

"Or woman, in fact a woman might be better. Yes, I need you to kill a woman."



You're literally speechless for a few moments before sputtering your protests.



"Dr. Kovas, I didn't sign up to kill people!"

"Yes you did, the moment you said you'd help me. (Sigh) Look, progress in medical science has always required sacrifices. Sometimes that sacrifice has involved the lives of others. What is one life compared to the wonders that scientific break through can do?"



Dr. Kovas isn't just misanthropic, he's sociopathic and you're out of here.



"I'm not a killer and I'm not capable of this. So I'm just going to leave. You needn't worry I won't tell anyone."

"Sorry son, I can't take that chance, nighty night!"



Dr Kovas suddenly produces a needle filled with something and injects you with it. You push him away and try the door handle only to find it locked. You don't struggle with it for long though before you pass out.



When you wake up you're strapped to a table, with Dr. Kovas shaking his head at you.



"What am I going to do with you? I placed what little faith I have in humanity in you and this is how you act? It's my own fault I suppose."



You try to talk, but most of your body is still paralyzed.



"Now then, I'm going to give you ONE last chance because I still see potential in you. After this wears off I want you to go out and get a girl. I don't care how, just do it and bring her here. You don't even need to kill her, just bring her here and I'll do the deed. Do you think you can handle that?"



You still can't talk, but you know damn well if you don't agree he's certainly going to kill you, so you strain yourself to nod "yes".



"Good, I'll release you. Oh and just to let you know, you only have until dawn. I've injected you with a toxin to ensure you don't go running off or something silly like that. Don't bother with trying to get an antidote either, it's a special toxic mix that only I have the cure to."



You get up, very wobbly and still a little dizzy. By the time you start regaining all your faculties Dr. Kovas has shoved you out his lab door and locked it.



You feel like you're living a nightmare, but you don't have much of a choice, you need to bring a woman back to the lab before dawn or you're going to die. This isn't going to be easy not just due to the immorality of the situation, but also because you haven't exactly been a ladies man. What with all the studying and work at the inn, you don't have much of a social life.



You figure your best bet might be to go to one of the many college parties near campus and hope to get a drunk girl, though you could just go get a regular whore.

You seek out a whore

It certainly will be the easiest for you to do emotionally and less likely to get you into trouble with the law. Who's going to miss a whore right? The only thing you really need to worry about is getting mugged while you're looking for one.



You take a deep breath and catch a coach to the slums of Klyton.



It doesn't take you long to get propositioned several times when you arrive.



"Hey baby, you like what you see?"

"Mmmm, come put your dick in this slice of paradise!"

"You see these lips? They could be wrapped around your cock."

"Come over here honey, you ain't never had goblin ass before!"



While you wince at that last one. A big man approaches you.



"Hey you, you gonna just look or you actually gonna buy some pussy?"

"Are you their pimp?"

"I'm their manager! Now enough with the questions, you buying or what?"



You can't get a prostitute that has a pimp. If she turns up missing, he's likely to seek you out and take the loss out on your hide or even blackmail you. You excuse yourself and continue to wander the streets.



You travel into an even more destitute area of the slums looking for a whore, which is proving to be a lot harder than you thought it would be. You eventually find what you're looking for and they're revolting. The drug whores are certainly out in force tonight.



"You got some green lotus or yellow devil? I'll suck your dick!" is what most of the drug whores say to you. You almost figure you'd be doing them a favor by getting them killed. You pick the one who looks least likely to infect you just by breathing on you. (The irony that you're already infected by a killer toxin isn't lost on you.)



You hand her several gold coins, probably the most money she's seen in a long time and is ready to take you around the corner and blow you, but you have to explain that you're heading to some place nicer and warm, with lots of drugs! She seems to like that idea, so she agrees to follow you.



Fortunately you manage to catch another coach relatively quickly and your trip back to the campus is uneventful other than the ramblings and awful coughing of your "lady friend."



You arrive to the lab with your whore in tow and Dr. Kovas pulls you both in all the while not looking impressed.



"Are you fucking kidding me? You got a whore? I could've got a whore!"

"Well why didn't you?"

"I'd watch your tongue boy if you want that antidote."

"Look I did what you said! Just cure me now!"

"Not yet, I need you to do one more thing, here."



Dr. Kovas points you to a syringe on a table filled with something. Something not good no doubt. It's obvious he wants you to inject the whore with it.



"No, no, you said all I had to do is bring her here."

"Yes, well I think under the circumstances you're ready to take the next step for science."

"Hey wait, am I doing both of you? That's okay I guess, but this is extra." The whore says still not grasping the situation.



As for you, you shake your head, knowing it's useless to argue. You almost feel like grabbing the syringe and running over to stab him with it, but you still need the antidote and then you'd probably have to still kill the whore too.



"Alright honey, I'm gonna take care of you." you say holding the syringe and approaching the whore.

"Oooh now that's what I'm talkin' about. Shoot me up."



You inject the eager whore with the needle and she soon falls unconscious.



"Quickly, bring her to the table!"



While you do so, Dr. Kovas disappears to the back of his lab. You check the girl and realize she's stopped breathing. You've killed her, though you're not really surprised, you're just hoping that Kovas is coming out with your antidote.



He comes out with much more than your antidote, he comes out with a rolling cart filled with several medical instruments that look more like torture devices and tosses you a small vial of clear liquid.



"Here, take this and put on some gloves. We're about make history!"



You swallow the contents of the vial which you hope is the antidote. You don't feel any different after taking it though. You half wonder if he was bluffing about poisoning you at all. If that's the case then you just killed a girl for no reason, though it hardly matters at this point, as mad as you are at Dr. Kovas you might as well go through with this all the way.



You stand there for a moment just watching Dr. Kovas enthusiastically cutting into the girl and injecting more strange fluid directly into her vital organs. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to anything else, until he suddenly stops.



"Hold on wait, did you strap her down? Shit you didn't strap her down! Quick, tie her up!"

"What?!" you say not really understanding why you'd need to do it, but you find out when she suddenly comes to life!



"Tie her feet! Tie her feet!" Dr. Kovas yells as he shackles her arms to the table. You grab the rope on the cart and begin tying her feet, which are twitching as much as she's making some no longer human noises.



"Raagh. Gargah! Arrgh!"



It suddenly occurs to you what exactly Dr. Kovas is experimenting with, Incitahol. It's a banned concoction that was supposed to bring the dead back to life and it does, but only to create them as zombies. Lazy wannabe necromancers and mad scientists love the stuff, and would seem you're working with the latter right now.



"You're experimenting with incitahol? This is your big project? I thought you'd be aware that this shit's only good for creating zombies and not even controllable ones!" you say.

"Ah, not yet anyway! I've made some changes to it. If you'll notice the subject is not as aggressive as it would be under regular incitahol. Unfortunately it was still quite hostile and nearly bit my ear when I was trying to strap it down. I can't be sure if this due to my changes in the drug, or the fact that this subject's organs were heavily damaged due to her own major drug use and life style. Probably had several sexual diseases too, who knows what those factors might've played. This is why I didn't want a drug addled whore (sigh) I'll need a new subject."



You're a little put off, considering he did say he didn't care what kind of girl you got. You're hardly surprised though; you just say you'll get on it tomorrow.



"You? No I don't think so. I think I'm misjudged your abilities considering you've been argumentative and an utter failure in bringing me a good test subject. No I do not think there will be anymore chances. You may leave, I'm done with you."



NOW you're surprised and more than a little pissed. This dick has been insulting you, poisoned you, made you kill a girl and now he's just dismissing you like some flunky without even paying you for your time?



"Oh is that how it is? Well you still owe me money for this!"

"Owe? I don't owe you anything. You did this for science m'boy. You should be happy you're alive so that you can live out the rest of your boring existence."



It's the last straw, you aren't going to take it anymore and you snap. You immediately attack Dr. Kovas who anticipates your attack by dodging it. You crash straight into the zombie whore's table and are unfortunately bit in the arm.



"Arrrrgh! My arm!" you scream struggling to get your arm out of the zombie whore's mouth.

"Nargh Gabrah Raagh!"

"Well, I guess you still might have your uses…"



You feel a crushing blow to the back of your head and that's the last thing you experience in your life.



Your short undead "life" isn't even worth mentioning.