I was dropped an hour into Days Gone’s post-apocalyptic survival world. I started in a camp/safezone with my motorcycle and a very limited quantity of ammo for my pistol and assault rifle (and sadly, no bolts for my crossbow). The freakers (don’t call ‘em zombies!) were a danger anywhere outside of the camp’s walls, and here I was, with a few tasks on my ledger, free to do whatever I pleased. A tap on the bottom quadrant of the DualShock 4’s touchpad brings up hero Deacon St.