It does feel like a cousin to The Last of Us in both setting and story, though it’s seemingly not as narrative-focused. Sony’s track record suggests that Days Gone will be nicely cleaned and polished when it does ship, but nevertheless the strained framerate both at the camp and at points out in the open world does bear mentioning - and monitoring - between now and release. I also wouldn’t expect it to release with the obvious framerate difficulties it had in my build. Don’t expect Days Gone to be a forgiving run-and-gun romp, based on what I played. Mantling up there via a dumpster worked just as intended, though I managed to get spotted and killed once again before completely eradicating the occupants of the camp. On a retry, I parked the motorcycle farther away and snuck around the perimeter, strategically targeting what order to try and take everyone out in - starting with the laser-target-using sniper perched atop a building overlooking the camp. On my first approach, I brought my bike a bit too close and they all heard me and swarmed, killing me before I could take more than a few of them out. I arrived at the Cascade Radio Tower Ambush Camp, tasked with eliminating all 11 human occupants. “My final activity provided a good example of how gameplay variety should be effectively baked into Days Gone. For instance, I always enjoy stealth wherever possible, so I have no doubt I’ll be able to pump a lot of skill points into my melee tree and tailor my weapons accordingly. The wealth of options this should provide as the campaign goes on ought to allow for some fun and interesting strategies.
Like many open-world games, almost everything can be looted and used to upgrade or craft items. A tap of the triangle button when you’re at close range from behind them triggers an execution-via-stabbing sequence that I’m quite certain I’ll never get sick of no matter how much I time I spend playing Days Gone.
They’re hardly cannon fodder - at least not this early in the game - and as such it was best to try and sneak up on them to take them out quietly rather than rush in, guns blazing. I’m going to blame that on the freakers distracting me. It turned out that a filled gas canister was conveniently placed on the back of a nearby tow truck, but I’d managed to miss it like an idiot for a while.
And yes, that meant activating the generator which - you guessed it! - was out of gasoline.