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Just went through my first play-through today and holy flying fuck is this the most realistic survival game I've ever played.
Day 1: Woke up beside my partner, he didn't survive the night. Recover some antibiotics and his knife. Followed the right-side path, eventually stumbling upon a lake side cabin, finding some food stores inside, bed-rolls, and ammo. Continue traveling along the lake until I find a camping center. Find more food, a fishing tackle, ammo, and instructive book on dress/skinning techniques.
Day 2: Discover that the lake is full of fishing shacks and cabins; loot some of them for more food, a fishing manual/tackle, and more ammo... all this ammo but no sign of a rifle, shame.
Day 4: Food stores are getting low, decide to explore. Follow some train-tracks to some wrecked cars, find some ammo and a hatchet, but alas no food. The winds pick up forcing me back to the center to recover. I still need food so I head towards a fishing shack, break the Ice, light a fire, and try my luck. I catch a couple fish but while I was fishing the fire went out without me noticing, and a blizzard has reduced viability to almost zero. Freezing and disoriented, I am luckily able to find my way back to the center. At least the fish will hold me over for tonight.
Day 6: Made my first real mistake. Fishing provides barley enough meat to survive, if something goes wrong I will starve. Decide to fish for as long as I can. Stopping two hours before sunset was not enough time to get back. Not wanting to waste a flare. I am forced to put down a bed-roll and make camp in the fishing shack, barley surviving the cold.
Day 7: I make a decision, I can barley survive on fish or I can try and find a rifle somewhere. I can't make a bow without animal resources, and there are no carcases to scavenge, so I decide to follow the train-tracks for as long as I can. I encounter a wolf who begins stalking me. I am forced off the tracks and into a clear-cut. The wolf begins to get unsettlingly close and I resort to using my flare to ward it off. I find myself by a lumber-camp. I explore the trailers and find enough food to last the day, two flares and some more ammo, but alas no rifle.
Day 8: Leave the camp to explore the rest of the clear cut. Round a hill I spy a fire-watch cabin, but can't see any means passed the sheer cliffs it's perched upon. Making my way round the cliffs I'm attacked by a wolf, luckily I have bandages and antibiotics to patch myself up. I eventually find a way to the cabin, which is dismally barren. I find only a single granola bar, and most frustratingly, an empty gun rack.
Day 9: I have no food. I make my way through a valley round the cliffs, but there is nothing. I see crows circling overhead and decide to investigate. I find a deer carcass, and am able to extract some meat, hide and innards. it is late in the day, and I am exhausted, I am forced to use an emergency-stim to get back to the cabin. I barley make it into the bed, and am forced to consume my freshly acquired meat.
Day 10: This cabin is a horrible base, It is isolated and takes excessive amounts of energy to leave and return. I once again have no food so decide to head for the tracks. I get to them and make a judgment call. Instead of making for the camping-center, knowing I will not have enough time to acquire food that day, I follow the tracks in the opposite direction hoping to find a more immediate food source. Just as I'm thinking of turning back I come across a damn.
The damn has a nice cache of food and building materials, but I cannot find any place to rest, and I now remember that I forgot my bed-roll in the fishing-shack. I have no choice but to continue exploring the complex. It proves to be extensive, and I am forced to use some discovered coffee to keep me going. I am no longer starving, but I can barley move due to fatigue. I go through a door which leads me to an outdoor area across the river-valley. The door locks behind me. I am now stuck outside with only a few hours left in the day. I have no choice but to make my way down the valley in hopes of crossing back to the dam entrance.
Day 11: I've made it to the river, but it's the middle of the night and I'm fast becoming hypothermic. I hear multiple wolves howling around me, only kept at bay by my last flare. I use my remaining wood to light a meager fire, it barley lasts an hour. With what little warmth I have left in my body, I try to find an exit, but cannot find a way out of the valley. I eventually find a small overhang of rock, and resolve to wait out the remaining hours until day.
I die from exposure just two hours from dawn, my last thought is that I should have chosen the fish.