I probably went about this all the wrong way. I'm a doctor, I make people better. I just wanted everyone to be okay...

I am Doctor Ned, and I'm here on behalf of the Count for... financial reasons. No one know better than the now-deceased Dracula that corpse reanimation makes for a very... lucrative opportunity. Of course, I swore the Hippocraticus oath. I think. And harming is not my trade. But if someone ends up soon after their death, as in, someone tried to kill them during the night, I might not be able to save them... in their natural, living, form.
With the bat dead, fiends preying on us innocent townsfolk, and a lot of scary needles at my disposal, I set up to perform my trade on the recently deceased. Which, due to my human limitation of non-ubiquity, find myself hard to perform to the best of my abilities. The first night, I failed to protect my target, but the second night... out of sheer unexpected chance, I found the agonizing EM on my way to Yates' house and helped him... recover. Of course, what with the zomb... recuperating stage he's at the moment, that requires him to be my neighbor for obvious medical reasons.
And that, my friends, is what happened. A lot of events converging upon the figure of the lightning rod and a rare (Exotic, if I might say myself) breed of doctor not stemming from formal education. I must admit my looks are less than reputable, and my mustache has made grown men weep in tears in sight of it's glory, but there are stranger creatures in this room, and my intent is not to kill or maim any of you. Unless they have been killed or maimed already.
I've baked some brownies as well! You want one?