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Days Gone Ending – Major Spoilers for post-game content

I finished Days Gone this morning and was really happy with the game and how it wrapped things up,it is most definately a game that I will play again, one that I would love to be able to stream when I can.

If you are not yet finished with the main story of Days Gone, stop reading here. This article has some speculation, a sort of Deacon’s POV rough draft story about what happened in the post game things, and a few major spoilers for the ending and post-game content.

If you have finished the main story, or have already been spoiled about the end of the game, then you should think carefully about reading on, since you might not have encountered this bit yet. It happens after the end credits have rolled or the game and after some loose story threads have been tied off. I assume that this was the last loose thread of the main story.

So… as for the situation I am going to be discussing – leave now if you don’t want spoiled. Bookmark this page and come back when you have finished the story if you really seriously want to read my rambles.

Still here? Okay, so… After I finished the main story I was a content drifter. Things seemed to have gone as well as they could go, a few really bad moments where I had thought poor Deacon might end up collapsed in the mud crying, but.. Deacon and I made it through it all and made it back to the Lost Lake encampment and life seemed to be ready to settle in for a bit.

Excuse me as my writer side takes over a bit here and I slip from this dispassionate recounting to a more personalized perspective and write kind’a from Deacon’s view for the rest of this:

It was over and I was expecting nothing more than a long period of drifting around the two opened areas of Oregon in an effort to fight freakers, clear out hoards, and get on better terms with the three encampments I was not yet to full standing with. I hadn’t been around Diamond Lake enough to really give them a chance to get to know me, Copeland’s place gives me a feeling that he’ll be the next crazed militia leader with all of his talk about conspiracy and the black choppers this, government that batshit crazy talk. I agree with a lot of what he says, just not what he thinks he is saying. The guy’s a few notches shy of hitting the bullseye on the stuff he tosses out on radio free oregon. As for Tucker… hell, that old lady scares me. Every time I walk into the hot springs encampment I expect guards to surround me and set me to forced labor like the damn prison camp it’s ran like. I think her heart is in the right place, but Tucker really needs to loosen up before her workers remember how to build a union and stage a hostile strike in her camp. So far the fear of the freakers and Rippers out in the shit is all that’s keept them doing what they’re told. Boozer and I have dealt with the Rippers and I’m getting busy with the hoards to thin out the freakers, so… it might only be a matter of time before the Hot Springs becomes a serious situation.

I can’t worry about that, however, because I have one more bit of business to tend to. I got back my Mongrel ring, but I want the rest of my rings back. And I know where to start looking, so I set off back down south to Crater Lake. I’d forgot how long a walk it was to the top. Last time I had been there I had been fighting for every step I claimed and got pushed back several steps more than a few times. This time I had no men with guns and grenades to distract me from just how long that walk was. (I jogged and even ran a lot, that walk is too long to walk the whole thing.)

I found several of my rings in a box in the tent where Sarah had said to look for them, they weren’t all there, but my wedding band was. Damn was I happy to slip that back on my finger and it reminded me that it was past time to get back to Lost Lake. The camps at the Crater and Diamond Lake were in good hands, I had to help find a way to keep the north and south parts of Oregon connected.

Thoughts of a trade route were interrupted around the summet by a hoard of freakers. I’d seen them on my way south, but thought they were just there because someone was firing a gun. Poor bastard, they were all over him before I could even see the guy, leaving me no choice but to gun my bike and get over the pass before they looked to me for their next course.

They were still there when I headed back north, however, and I realized that if they were settling in, then there would be no way a trade route would work. No one could safely get over the pass until I had them cleared out. It only got worse when I realized two more hoards had settled in outside the north entrance of the tunnel. Three damn hoards on the pass. I would have to clear them all out. I needed gear for that, so headed to the Lake encampment.

I stayed a few days, relieved to have what felt like the worst behind me and delighting in the simple joy of trying to teach Jack how to play fetch while Sarah and Boozer laughed at my efforts. Lost both the squaky bones in the grass, but that might be a good thing given how badly that pup has already chewed them. I need to find him more toys, tougher ones.

The last of my concerns seemed to have been aleviated when I was headed to see Rikki and overheard trouble at the main gate. One of the men on gard was hollaring about a Ripper at the gate, and I ran to see what was going on. Good thing too, because it was Lisa. She was holding a knife and insisting she wasn’t a Ripper while facing down a man with an assault rifle, I sent him back to his guarding and turned my attention to Lisa. She looked… older. I knew it hadn’t been that long since I had last seen her, but I swear that girl did a lot of growing up out in the shit. I also think I have help dealing with the hoards given the amount of bounties she showed me that she was wanting to trade. I took her in to introduce her to ____, Boozer, and Sarah, but Lisa insists she’s not living in some damn camp. It feels like I have heard that somewhere before… damn girl reminds me too much of myself. Feel like she’s now my kid sister in the same way Boozer is my big brother. Gotta watch out for her – and myself if I ever let her know I am watching over her. I think she knows how to use that knife. I may have saved that guard’s life.

Listening to Lisa talk with Sarah, them and Boozer playing with Jack… it all made me realize that I had to focus on the Lake before I could worry about the rest of the world. We’d all survived in the shit for two years, hell, by my reckoning it has been 899 days since I put Sarah on that chopper, the other encampments could hold their own for a bit longer. I needed to deal with the hoards around Lost Lake first. Make that area safer.

I would need to clear the freaks from around the Lake’s farm up the hill and out of Sherman’s Camp to make it easier to get supplies between the camp and the farm. That made Sherman’s Camp my first goal, I needed to get the freaks out of there.

Boozer knew I was up to something when he came in and found me leaned over the aerial map on the table, but he kept quiet and distracted Sarah and Lisa outside so I could plan in peace. I knew there were three groups in there from when I had gone in to save that kid from cannibles a few days back, still can’t believe them bastards hauled him to the middle of three groups of freakers. I knew the area well enough now though after looking for him, so I decided I could set my bike up at the lower edge of the loop, giving me a direct line to the broken bridge. I could set some traps, toss a couple of Napalm into the hoard, then haul ass to my bike and hit the nitro to make the jump over the bridge and get outta there before the hoard caught up with me. It looked simple enough on the map… I just needed to scout the area and see how it looked with what the map didn’t show, like jack-knifed semis or school busses that might block the path.

I needed supplies for the run, so decided that the best place to look for those would be the old NERO outpost at the sawmill just south of the lake. I headed out there and scavenged some supplies up, including four remote detonated mines that had not been triggered when I had cleared out the hoard. I had expected those to have been lost to scavengers over the several days since I had set them. Very nice surprise to get them back.

Not so nice of a surprise was the sounds in the barn. Freakers had moved in again, or been hiding away when I cleared out the hoard. I estimated between seven and ten freaks, so climbed up on top of the barn to get a better look. Seemed to just be seven of them in there, six after I sniped one though the boards with my sidearm. I took off and headed across the walkway to the silo as the remaining freaks woke and yelled, but I didn’t see them heading out of the barn.

Then my radio scared the hell out of me so bad I damn near dropped my gun. Seems like fucking O’Brian had been channel surfing the radio looking for me since the crater incident. Wanted me to meet him at the old Pioneer Cemetary.

To say I was not happy at the request would be a kind way of saying I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself for having left us at the crater that day, but… I agreed to meet him. The freakers would have to wait, I hopped to the shed roof beside me and down to my bike.

I… was not expecting what O’Brian had to say, what he had to show me. I had to hold back on an impulse to put a bullet in his head, not sure if it was conscious choice or shock that stayed my hand, but whatever it was, O’Brian said his peace and hopped back on the chopper. Not sure I ever want to see one of those again… Think Copeland saw it, or maybe heard it, or just has damndable timing, because he was on the radio not long after talking his crazy shit again, only… this time… it didn’t sound quite so crazy, and I was scared that Copeland didn’t know just how right he was or how bad things might get.

I needed to get to work, clear out the hoards, set up trade routes, secure the camps as best I can, because… I know what’s out there, what’s headed our way, and we’re not ready for it. We will be, I hope, but we’re not ready yet.

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I apologize for the messyness of that, you get to see there what my rough drafts look like when I write. And a rare vision of me writing in my much hated first person POV! This just felt like it would be best from Deacon’s POV rather than mine. Hope it was not too terrible to read through and made sense.

Back when I had seen O’Brian after the first scene I had looked curiously at his wearing a black face shield, suspected he might be hiding something, even thought at one time I’d like to get a look behind that shield and see how much of a freak some of them NERO people were, but I still had not been expecting to… well… discover that they were freaks! By the time they did that reveal I had forgot my own speculations on that possibility, so that made for a very nice setup then reveal. This game was filled with those, however, the most memorable being the setups for the hemlock poison. I had seen that coming the moment she asked for the plant, and was quite satisfied with how the whole thing played out. The people behind the story for Days Gone have my full respect for how the movie within the game played out. I want to pull all the cutscenes into a feature length film I can just watch at my leisure when I need something to distract me but don’t want to play video games.

I’ll wrap this up now, just, so glad I got Days Gone, the game’s been one of the most enjoyable gaming experiences I have had in years and I look forward to more adventures with Deacon St. John in the Days Gone setting.

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