On Coastal Highway in The Long Dark, a bear ambushed me at dusk. I panicked, fired, and somehow dropped it with a single shot. I’m still processing what happened—and how I’m alive.
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It was getting dark on Coastal Highway. I was returning to Quonset Garage after a day of looting, freezing, and thinking about food I didn’t have.
And then I heard it.
That guttural growl—the kind that makes your blood freeze before the weather does.
I turned.
Bear. Charging.
My brain hit full panic mode. I fumbled for my rifle, jammed it into position, aimed down the sights, and braced for impact.
I fired.
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The Original
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One shot. The bear dropped.
I stood there in stunned silence, half-expecting it to get back up and laugh. But it didn’t. It was down. Permanently.
Was it a crit? A miracle? Game physics?
No idea. But for that one shining second, I wasn’t just surviving—
I was the apex predator.
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Final Thoughts
In a game known for handing out slow, painful deaths, I got a split-second win.
And honestly? I’m not sure it wasn’t a fluke.
But I’ll take it.
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