The realism of survival. Small mistakes, leading to big mistakes, leading to death. I became good at the game learning from mistakes, near death experiences. I set off for the day looking for more saplings to make arrows, i didn't need to carry my sleeping bag, i was only popping out for a few hours and could do with the extra bag space. As I was searching a storm blew in, visibility 20 yards, i was getting cold. I tried to make it back to my base but got disorientated, so cold now, i ran blindly my condition 80%, i slipped down an embankment and twisted my ankle then remembered I forgot to top up my painkillers. I limped through the cold and found a cave, i started a fire to keep warm. I am very fatigued, but guess what! I left my bed roll back at base so now my condition is dropping. The storm subsides but there are wolves outside the cave. I am limping and my condition is poor, i barely have the strength to carry the clothes on my back, I try to scare them with my flare hoping to save ammunition. The wolves rush me, I fight hard and repel the attack. The second wolf circles me smelling the blood and fear, I miss with my rifle but it was enough to scare him off. 7% I am bleeding, bandaged and antibiotics. I know where I am now, my base is not far but I am fatigued and wounded, my condition continues to drop, I hear the panting of the wolves, the sound spurs me on. My strength fades, I can't go any further, I slip to my knees the last thought going through my head "Should have brought the bed roll."
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