I can’t do it Doc.
We need a sample now. Any more delays and it’ll be useless!
What you’re asking me to do is murder!
And what about the alternative? What if him and Sarah have children? What if it spreads to them?
There’s no guarantee it will.
Are you willing to take that gamble? Because I won’t.
You don’t know what you’re saying Doc. You’re asking me to look my friend in the eye, and put a bullet in his heart.
He’s dead already. Either you do it, or the disease does.
Then do it yourself. I don’t want any part of this.
I’m sorry you had to see that. Things are tense right now. Did you have business here? Don’t tell me you came here looking for Paradise Bay.
Paradise? I’m not falling for that trick.
I figured as much. We put the word out that anyone who enters the complex is banned from Paradise Bay forever. But the truth is, Paradise Bay doesn’t exist.
That’s why I’m here.
Well, I’m sorry to tell you, but Paradise Bay doesn’t exist. It’s just something we came up with to keep everyone from going into a panic.
I’m just passing through. Don’t want any trouble.
Well, that’s a relief. To be honest, for a moment there I thought someone hired you to kill me. Because the truth is, Paradise Bay doesn’t exist.
What are you talking about?
Paradise Bay. The contest we’ve been playing on the radio outside. It’s not real. It never was.
Okay, what’s really going on here?
There’s some kind of disease running through this settlement. At first we thought it was a virus, but now we think it’s genetic.
Worse yet, panic and anxiety seem to exacerbate the symptoms. That’s when we came up with the contest.
From there it just evolved into a full on experiment. We started rotating the jobs, making people take tests, trying to identify losses in cognition or motor function.
We moved everyone showing symptoms to quarantine, and continued monitoring the others.
Where are they holed up?
The ones in quarantine. If you want, you can go down there and see for yourself. The effects of the disease, well, it’s not pretty.
Now, what I’m proposing won’t cure them. But it’ll slow things down enough to where they can still lead healthy, productive lives.
What was that argument about?
Harvey, one of Gomez’s friends, is dying.
We still don’t know the cause, but we’ve found ways to slow down the effects.
The problem is I need to autopsy the brain while the disease is still isolated to get a better idea of how it works. If we wait too long, the effects becomes too widespread.
And the thing is, I’m really close to a breakthrough. With just a little more information, I might be able to find a way to slow it down.
Is there anything I can do to help?
You can go to Harvey and give him this ticket. Tell him he’s won a reservation to Paradise Bay.
Then you take him here and we’ll break the news together. I may need you to hold him down in case things get rough.
This sounds unethical.
It’s a gray area, there’s no doubt about that. But he’s going to die anyway if we do nothing, and his death will have been in vain.
You can sign me up.
Great. If you aren’t sure which one is Harvey, you can tell by the symptoms. But it should be obvious.
I hope that you’re kidding.
I’m not. Look, this isn’t something I haven’t wrestled with myself. But at the end of the day, more people die if we do nothing.
Sorry. I can’t help you.
Fine, but if you change your mind, I’ll be here.
I don’t have time for this.
Fine, but I’d appreciate it if you kept this a secret.
Is there something else?
What is it?
Thanks for doing this. I can’t do it alone, and Gomez is too close to Harvey.
Wrong NPC is chosen, scene follows
What are you talking about? This is my reservation! I’m going to Paradise Bay!
And I’m telling you, you can’t.
Because it doesn’t exist!
I’m sorry, but it’s the truth.
You know, every day I was out there working my butt off, and the only thing that kept me going was that resort. So I don’t care what you think. Either you take me to Paradise Bay, or send you to hell.
Please, for the love of god, put the gun down!
Kills Doctor, others came in after hearing commotion, again do all lines
Right NPC chosen by player
What do you mean, there’s no such thing as Paradise Bay?
It was all to protect you. The higher your stress and blood pressure, the faster the disease progresses. To put it simply, if it weren’t for Paradise Bay, you wouldn’t be alive right now.
But now you want me to die. You’re gonna open me up and poke around in me like I’m some fucking lab rat!
They’re still alive, Harvey. Nilesh, Jeremy, Faye, and Elise. You can save them.
So that’s it. You want to save your husband. You’re killing me to save him.
That’s not fair. I’d do the same if your roles were reversed.
That’s bullshit and you know it! I’ve had enough of your lies.
I’m sorry, Harvey, but I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.
So that’s why Gomez left. He didn’t have the guts to kill me himself.
You don’t believe this crap about saving the settlement, do you?
I’m afraid you have to die.
Then you’re gonna have to shoot me down.
Of course I’m not going to go through with it.
Good. Then there’s only one thing left to do.
(Make something up) I’m…shit, this isn’t working. Time to die.
It’s the only way we can ensure it’s safety. That makes it the right thing to do.
(success) Sigh. Is it? It’s hard to tell the lies from the truth. But while I don’t believe her, I believe you.
Not only that, I trust my body. What I’ve been feeling for the past month isn’t normal.
So you’ll let us examine your brain?
Yeah. Do what you have to.
use stimpak script here so player can inject him.
Thank you. I’m not sure I would’ve been able to go through with it myself.
I probably should’ve empathized with Gomez a little more. His was the harder job.
(fail) Easy for you to say, seeing as it isn’t your life. You want my brain, asshole? You’re gonna have to take it!
You want my brain, bitch?
(if killed with a gun)
Thank you. This was a little messier than I would’ve liked, but I might be able to make a go of it.
I need a moment to ready the lab. If you can, take this key and grab my notes from my desk downstairs. And hurry.
player goes to the lab, sees Glowing one (Nilesh, Doctor’s Singh’s husband) and other named ferals
My wife…she means well, but the pain…no man should have to live with this pain.
In that safe…there’s a toxin…ergh…used for lethal injections. Bring it here.
Thank you…ugh…tell my wife…I’m sorry.
if player kills them
Are you still down here? What’s taking so long.
(sees dead ghouls, including her husband)
Oh god…what have you done? You killed them!
So what? They were ghouls, not people.
That’s where you’re wrong. They were getting better. Even if we didn’t have a cure, we were finding ways to manage their pain.
But now…all our work, all that progress means nothing.
Get out. I don’t ever want to see your face again.
(Better off) To be honest, I thought killing him would be more humane.
Humane? The humane thing would’ve been to manage their pain, to try and find a cure!
No, what you did was cold-blooded murder. I want you out of my sight.
It was the right thing to do.
The right thing? Are you out of your mind? Pain can be managed. Death can’t.
But it doesn’t matter anymore. My husband is dead. And I’m not going to stand here and argue with his killer.
I made the call. I don’t have to explain myself to you.
No. What you just did defies explanation. And unless you plan on killing me too, then I suggest you leave.
(to dead husband)
I told you, I never want to see you again.
You stay here, and there’ll be trouble.
As far as I’m concerned, you murdered my husband.
player returns upstairs
Good, you’re back. I think I’ve identified how the disease functions.
It works almost like an auto-immune response, which means treatment needs to start with reducing inflammation.
The missing ingredient should be a steroid, so liquified buffout should work nicely.
The problem is we’ll need a steady hand to make it, and well…let’s just say I’m not a good candidate.
So I’ll need you to synthesize the formula. Just use the percentages in the notes and you should be fine.
I can’t do it myself. Not in my current condition. Gomez was supposed help me with the lab work, but he’s not here.
It’s 7 mililiters in total.
40% RadAway (2.8 mililiters)
22.9% Rad-X (1.6 mililiters)
21.4% Liquid Stimpak (1.5 mililiters)
15.7% ??? (1.1 mililiters)
Good work. All that’s left now is to try it. Follow me.
goes to ferals in quarantine
I’m sorry love. I know you’ve been suffering, but those days are over.
That should do it. If he responds well to the treatment, I’ll inject the others as well.
But your work is done. Here. It’s not much, but I just wanted to show my appreciation for helping me with this project.
If you’d like, you can come back in a few weeks and check on my husband’s progress.
And thank you again. For everything.
I’ll be monitoring his vitals to make sure his pain levels are dropping. Heart rate, blood pressure, and serotonin levels should tell us whether the medication is working.
I’m afraid his capacity for speech is limited. Hopefully when the pain subsides, he’ll regain that.
Mental instability is what I’m most worried about. The psychological effects of the disease can’t be retroactively cured.
use Virgil script to check time
You’re back! As you can see, the treatment was a success. My husband’s pain levels have dropped to manageable levels, and the progression of the disease has all but terminated.
Unfortunately, we couldn’t do anything for the others.
It wasn’t an easy decision, but I fear if they learned what happened to the people of Paradise Bay, they’d lose all hope.
In the event they have the disease, it’s better they keep believing that paradise is still out there.