//****this report is on prices of paper scattered throughou he wasteland. Generally left in bigger cities and populated areas.
A Tale of Drugs and Flesh
By: Mordoc Valenski
North-West Airfield, Most of you already know not to stray too close to the airfield in the north-west of Chernarus, but I traveled there to find out the real reason why, you should never, go there.
A few days ago, the exact time a blur, I found myself sneaking around the abandoned military base, abandoned so I thought. Being only my third day in the country I had heard there would be people to talk to, stories to take, and I found that.
Crouched in some barracks, searching for some spare canteens, a man unexpectedly walked in on me. Both immediately declaring ourselves unhostile we calmed our nerves and started to chat.
Jimmy was his name, he seemed like a decent individual, I mean he didn't shoot at me, and that's becoming the most decent person you can find. Although I didn't assetain much about this gentleman he did inform me of a gunfight that had recently happened nearby in New Paris. As our discussion went on I mentioned that the 501st might be there to help, then the other voice came.
A man behind cover demanding we put our hands in the air. We complied. When they revealed themselves Jimmy took they started asking me questions, how do I know the 501st, and who told me about them.
Jimmy, either being a fool or a hero, ran for it. The two captors raised their weapons and fired several times, missing thankfully. The two men then dragged me away.
These men turned out to be the remnants of the 501st, referring to anyone else claiming the title in less than positive ways. Jimmy then showed up, he was promptly guns down, maybe he made it? They asked me a round of questions about who I knew wand what I knew about their Fanatical (Russian sounding) Leader. After they were done, they decided to make me a new client of theirs.
And so they injected me with Sweetwater. As my vision slowly began to play tricks on me they decided to leave me at that, left me with everything I had, even pointed me back to the airfield. Joke was on me though, by the time I got to the airfield I couldn't feel my legs and the ground wouldn't stay still.
I remember gunshots, across the air field, I remember trying to hide. Two men ran by and I took a leap of faith and yelled for help. Next thing I know they're trying to help me, then my friends from earlier showed up, and opened fire on the two individuals. They didn't harm me, even a little though, they sent me off in another direction and in my hallucinating state I simply went.
I found myself in an empty New Paris, with a radio in my hand somehow. I remember calling for help, and being told where to go, but other then that the entire town was a blur.
Now this is where things get a little unreliable, I would have doubted they happened myself had I not woke up with the injuries the following day.
In my state I remember walking up to a group of people, they had flares out, waving them around, I thought they could help. The next thing I know some guy is taking a chunk out of my arm, with his mouth. Another man, was trying to eat me. I think there was people around, but I blacked out at that point.
When I awoke I was alone, all of my gear was gone, and I was injured, and well still high. I crawled for a long time, before I made it to help, who actually wanted to help me.
So to conclude this field report, unless you want to have the trip of a life, feel the need to get more drugs in your system, and possibly be eaten alive, stay the hell away from the North West Airfield.