*Some notes would be strewn about, detailing the information about someone referring to themselves as Harald*
"So you found one of my notes eh? If you have any interest in knowing about this mystery person.. Do by all means continue reading. So, to begin first, My name is Harald Ulfenheim, badass name huh? I was on the large cargo ship that was beached in the Chenarussian waters, me and some of my mates loaded up with some smaller supplies and began heading towards Chernarus, just a lonesome swede whom ended up in Chernarus out of all places.
Unfortunately three of the four people ended up getting turned, I lost my fourth friend during a rainstorm.. I just hope he's well, and that he hasn't turned into one of the infected, if he has.. If I happen to stumble across his shambling corpse, i'll make sure he'll finally get the rest he deserves.. That's the worst thing about the infected, them shambling around in the hollow husks of their former selves.
I was a humanitarian before all of this, traveling across the world to help whoever's in need then and there, not a doctor or anything mind you. Someone that took tabs on supplies, making sure the supplies are good with no holes or anything like that. Don't get me wrong, I loved it. Though being nothing less then a peddler, it was boring.. Made me wish I could do more, I began practicing stitching, blood transfusions, how to remove bullets. Never realized how vital it is to remove shrapnel now that the world has turned to... This.
As i'm writing this i'm actually smoking one of my mates cigar's. Makes me feel like a posh brit wandering around in his mansion, just puffing away.. This is the last one i've got however, thought I should take one after I had to outrun a horde. Gotta tell ya, i'm glad I was an athlete. I've never understood why it is that I have not gotten infected yet.. I suppose I've gotten lucky on that front as well.
Having been here for a year.. It's been a struggle to say the least, been trying to survive and avoid as much contact as possible, just been moving from house to house, no contact with people whatsoever.. Boredom got the best of me and now I've decided to strike out and get going. Maybe make some friends, hopefully not encountering those racist assholes who enjoys killing anyone that doesn't have a russian accent, probably should work on one to ensure my safety.
The world has shit the bed and we're all stuck in it. Seriously, Fuck wars.
I'm gonna find myself a nice drink.. See if the ones in this little house here enjoyed themselves a nice brew now and then.
PS: I found the drink, potato vodka though.. Better then nothing. Harald out."