While you hate to be uncompromising dick, you need to stand your ground on this situation. Even if Wendy does get her kids in line, who is to say they won't relapse later. Really you've got more important things to worry about than some little brats that aren't even yours.



"Sorry Wendy, it'll just be better in the long run if you don't live here anymore."



Once again Wendy is a little shocked that you wouldn't budge. She quickly gets over it though.



"Yeah, whatever. Since we're done here, I've got work to do." She says pushing you aside.



A week passes and Wendy has already found a new place and moved out. You half expect her to also quit since you know she's still pissed at you, but she doesn't. Perhaps she might know this is for the best even if she isn't going to let you know about it.



In the meantime you're worried more about your future schooling. Even with cutting back on the food, you're still understaffed and thanks to recent events, Wendy isn't quite as "enthusiastic" about her job anymore.



You just need to hold out a little longer. You figure if you can pass the remainder of your classes this year, you should be able to get a job working as an intern at the hospital while you finish your medical schooling. While that won't pay that well, you can sell the inn and live off that for quite awhile especially if you get a cheap apartment, maybe even a roommate.



All great plans, but it would help if you could get the backing from one of your professors. It's possible that one of them could really help you out if you explained your situation. You can think of two that might help you.



You advanced microbiology teacher, professor Gossey has always been a friendly sort and you know for a fact that she hasn't had a problem helping out her students in the past.



Your advanced anatomy & physiology teacher, professor Kovas isn't as friendly, but he's always made a point of praising the work you turn in.

You professor Kovas

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 go to a party

No shortage of parties going on right now and getting a drunk co-ed will be just like getting a whore except you won't have to travel as far.



You head down to the popular night club near campus called the Wild Princess. After standing in line for an hour, you're told by the bouncer that they don't need people like you in there. You don't bother arguing; you know you're too "uncool" to get in, so you move on.



Your next stop is going to a guild house party. You manage to sneak in thanks to a lot of people more concerned with having fun rather than crashers. Unfortunately a lot of the girls there aren't remotely interested in the likes of you, but you sort of anticipated that would happen. Your plan is going to be to hang out here a few more hours then try to isolate a girl that should well be drunk at that point and offer to take her home.



You pass the time basically being a creepy stalker and watching which of the ladies are getting loaded, which of them have boyfriends, which of them are here by themselves, etc. Eventually you set your sights on a cute redhead who doesn't seem to have any attachments and is definitely wobbly.



You breathe in deeply, exhale and walk towards the girl…only to get cock blocked by some guild member. Looks like he's part of the university's gladiator team too, so he'd easily crush you.



"Hey babe, come on let's get you some place where you can lie down." He says and begins to guide her towards one the bedrooms while you curse your luck.



You could try to find another girl here, but you're quite frankly sick of waiting around, you don't have all night. It occurs to you that you're a medical student while that guild guy is a muscle headed gladiator. Surely you should be able to out smart him. You see the back of his big head stand out in the crowd and follow him.



He gets the redhead to a private bedroom just like you anticipated, places her body on the bed and just as he goes to close the door you stop him.



"Whoa shit dude! You're not actually going to fuck that bitch are ya?" you say.

"Huh? Well yeah! And who the fuck are you?"

"You can't fuck her man, she's got Rotties!"

"What?! Really? Nah, she doesn't look like she does."

"Trust me dude, she does! My cousin's in medical school and he said they had to do an assignment involving volunteers who had various non-life threatening diseases and she was one of them!"

"Wait, wait, wouldn't something like that be anonymous to protect the identities or some shit? And who are you again?" the gladiator asks proving he isn't quite as dumb as you thought.

"It was supposed to be anonymous, but my cousin's a inconsiderate fucktard who told me all this shit anyway. Besides isn't it good I did know and I was here to warn you?"

"Yeah I suppose it was. Whew. Oh shit I touched her tits, I might have caught some shit!"

"Nah, don't worry about it, my cousin said unless you stick your dick in her, you'll be fine."

"Fuck that! They don't know all the shit about that disease yet! We need to get that bitch outta here before she infects everyone…and burn that bed too!"



You almost smile at how well this is working for you. You tell the gladiator that you'll get her out of here. He says better you than him and heads to the bathroom.



The redhead is still sort of conscious, but definitely not aware of her surroundings.



"Whozz you…I…(giggle) think I…(hic) drank too mush…" she says as you pick her up.



The walk back to Dr. Kovas' lab is slow at first since the girl is still conscious, but eventually her incoherent babbling stops and she's completely out of it, at which point you just pick her up and carry her. Of course you're sweating being seen and questioned by campus security. Last thing you need is to get accused of date rape especially since you just saved this girl from getting date raped…of course you're also taking her to her death.



It's just a fucked up situation no matter how you look at it!



Luckily you get to the lab with no problems. You bang on the door and Dr. Kovas pulls you both inside. He looks at the girl and frowns a bit.



"Well I suppose she'll do. I'm guessing you got her from one of the party's near campus."

"Is that a problem?"

"No, not at all, young girls go to wild parties and go missing around here all the time, and I certainly don't have anything to do with all of those incidents. Anyway get her to the table and strap her down. I need to get some stuff from the back.



You follow Kovas' orders and hope that one of the things he's getting is 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!" he says and injects the redhead on the table with some sort of liquid. It doesn't take her long to stop breathing.



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 brought a girl to her death for no reason, though it hardly matters at this point, as annoyed 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 suddenly stops when the girl comes back to life!



"Ragh! Gargh! Argh!" she growls.



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 still seems quite hostile. I can't be sure if this due to my changes in the drug, or the alcohol in her system screwing things up. I probably should've waited until she was sober and then proceeded (sigh) I'll need a new subject."



You're hardly surprised at this request; you just say you'll get on it tomorrow.



"Hmm, very well. And try to get a sober one this time!"



Over the course of a month you manage to get several "subjects" for Dr. Kovas and while he does eventually start contributing to your "college fund" you aren't exactly overjoyed with what you're doing especially since he's insulting you at every given opportunity. While it's true you are learning quite a bit about the human brain and other things about the human body he doesn't seem like he's getting anywhere with his own experiments. As far as you can tell he's just cutting up girls and making them into zombies.



On another front, your inn staff has pretty much had it with you, specifically Wendy. She ends up quitting because she's sick of having to look after the inn all day AND night while you secretly go disappearing to kidnap young girls. Rita certainly has no intention taking up the slack so she quits as well. This pretty much leaves you no option other than selling the inn and get a cheap apartment. Between the money you get from the sale and Dr. Kovas' payment you have enough to finish up the rest of your classes, but the expenses of medical school are still going to be a struggle.



Dr. Kovas assures you that he can easily get you a good job at the hospital while you go through the rest of your schooling, but he'll still need you to work for him as well. On the plus side he's also offered you a free place to stay at his private lab. This would be convenient financially.



The downside to all this is of course you'd still be working for Dr. Kovas and all that entails. Even if you've managed to mostly shed yourself the moral implications of what you've been doing, there's always the legal ones to worry about. Never mind the verbal abuse you'll have to endure.



You could just say fuck it and go do something else, which has been crossing your mind at this point. You aren't exactly sure what that might be, but after all the shit you've been through you are a little hesitant to put yourself through more.



It's ultimately your choice on whether you still want to achieve your medical profession goals or not, but in any case your days as an innkeeper are over.

You continue with medicine

You've come this far; you might as well go for the gold.



You agree to help Dr. Kovas, and continue to "aquire" subjects for him, which you've become frighteningly good at. Time goes by and you even indulge in some of the actual killing. You certainly learn just as much from him as you do in "regular class." In your spare time you do a few experiments of your own on victims you capture. Dr. Kovas doesn't really approve since its taking time away from what he wants you to be helping him with, and he feels you're just bumbling around and engaging in sadistic torture for your own twisted pleasure. (To be fair he's partially right at this point)



As for his experiments, you still don't see him making any more progress. He has managed to get the zombies to be relatively docile with training, but they're still relatively mindless. He's a scientifically minded necromancer at this point, but he's not even doing anything that useful with it. He keeps saying that he WILL succeed in bringing a being back to life fully intact without the zombification element, but it doesn't seem possible. Not even the old school magicians of legend could do that. Once the brain is completely dead, it's dead! Even through his verbal abuse you still used to respect Dr. Kovas for his dedication and his knowledge, but lately he's just been looking like a crazy old fool.



"Argh grah!"

"Well that's another one for the cages, or are we going to dispose of this one?" you ask in a bored tone as Dr. Kovas fails to completely "resurrect" another one.

"Damn! I strengthened the dose to compensate for her vegetarian diet! She shouldn't be trying to bite me!"

"Y'know we've been doing this for about a year now and we've still made a lot of progress."

"I'VE made a lot of progress, but what is your point?"

"My point is, maybe this just isn't in the cards. Maybe we can't bring someone back, well not in a good way at least."

"Hmmm, what is this? A moment of conscience? Some sort of introspective that we're not supposed to play diety? You losing your passion for this work?" Dr. Kovas says with a sneer.

"Ha ha ha ha! No, perish the thought." You laugh

"Oh? Then what is it?"

"Well I've been thinking…"

"Ha ha ha ha! Oh this SHOULD be amusing."



You make a slight facial tic at this insult, but then continue hoping that your "mentor" will listen to you.



"What I was going to say is we've got the medical knowledge and equipment to run a good body legging business. Lots of demand for body parts on the black market. And with the advances we have made with incitathol we could even sell some of the tamer zombies to wannabe necromancers or even for pit fights. It certainly would put our skills to better use."



Dr. Kovas sighs and shakes his head at you.



"Oh my dear boy, you have learned NOTHING while serving under me! First of all, what's this we business? I'M the only real doctor here; you haven't even finished medical school yet! You think you can dare put yourself on my level just because I've allowed you to aid me and you cut up a few bubble headed co-eds? Hah! Not bloody likely! Second, you still don't get it do you? Science is not supposed to be for profit! It's about the challenges and over coming them! You want to make money why don't you go reopen that little inn you used to have and serve swill to the other low lives? Now grab that mallet over there, smash this zombie's head in and dispose of it. Menial labor is about all you're good for anyway."



You grab the mallet, but you don't smash the zombie's head in, you smash Dr. Kovas head in instead. His arrogance and complacency allows you to get in a good shot without him expecting it and he falls to the floor bleeding profusely from the head. You kneel down to finish him off.



"YOU (WHAM!) FUCKING (WHAM!) PIECE OF (WHAM!) FUCKING (WHAM!) SHIT!" you shout at the top of your lungs while you beat the good doctor's brains into pulp.



After you've satisfied your bloodlust, you sit back and think about your next move. The tied up zombie girl on the table is disturbing your concentration with her growling so you shove some of Kovas' brains in her mouth while you plan…



Your major obstacle is explaining Doctor Kovas' disappearance. This actually isn't that much of a problem though. The man wasn't well liked at all by his peers so nobody really goes looking for him. You are eventually asked questions by the Klyton militia, but you simply say one day you showed up to assist him and he was gone with no warning. They also ask if you know much about any of the disappearance of young girls around the university, but you say you don't know much except that it's pretty horrible. Again there is some suspicion, but not really on you and more on him.



It probably helped that the first thing you did was completely clean his lab, and left vague incriminating evidence pointing to him if suspicion should ever come up about anything. The second thing you did was clean out his savings (Lucky for you the old bastard didn't believe in keeping it at a bank) but live frugally in a cheap apartment again.



By the time you finish up medical school you're in the clear and Dr. Kovas' disappearance is chalked up to him doing something illegal and then fleeing the city. You on the other hand are now a fully-fledged doctor with access to all that entails…



It doesn't need to be said that your time with Dr. Kovas warped you and while you managed to lay low when necessary, you now feel more freedom to engage in all those ideas you tried to suggest to Kovas a few years ago.



The rest of your life is basically a mask of sanity hiding a very immoral person. Your crimes are vast, routine and you could care less. Your parents failed you, the inn failed you, even your "mentor" failed you and as far as you're concerned you only managed to achieve your goals because YOU took charge of the situations that presented themselves and thrived.



This outlook on life never changes. You take what you want and you use people as you see fit. You never regret your decisions and feel only a weak fool would suffer any sort of guilt or remorse.



And thanks to your intelligence, you mange to avoid punishment and you experience a death not granted to any of your many victims: Namely, you die as an old man peacefully in your bed.