military

You were almost out of town; martial law was in effect, and enemy drones were flying occasionally. But you didn't care. You went into the forest, a large, dense one, to find a waterfall. You'd already been to two waterfalls in this forest; you just needed to find the last one. Your best friend knew where to go, but only from memory. It hadn't been marked on the map... not for a while. The sky was gathering clouds. They were predicting a downpour, a thunderstorm. Literally an hour away. You and your best friend had umbrellas. Two of your friend's friends were with you. You quickly hit it off. And then, the sky was growing darker, and you emerged into a field. In the distance, by the next tree line, stood a large military Ural truck, and to your right was a cemetery. But it was a very strange one. No crosses or monuments, just dug holes with wreaths and some bottles where a head should be. Nothing stopped you; you were determined to reach this waterfall. You'd been planning for over two months, and only now, during a thunderstorm, did you manage to get there. Anton (your best friend) peered into the forest belt ahead and said:

• I don't think we should go there.
  And immediately after these words, three large dogs ran out at you, but they turned out to be friendly. You walked even further and passed a military "loaf," but there wasn't a living soul in sight. Suddenly, a row of blue tents appeared near that very Ural truck. You got too close... how will the soldiers react?