Forest Adventures, or Advent Thriller

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For some time now, my younger sister Katya and I have acquired the habit of walking (walking in the woods) with two pets on weekends. I have a noblewoman Tori, who my little son picked up in the form of a tiny dead at the bus stop and somehow left, my sister has Ajax (aka Yasha), an airedale with German horses, a real von baron. Pets are 8 months old, they are not thoughtful puppies.

Walking once again around the Stiklevsky reserve, we reached the narrow gauge railway. The forest was not fabulous, despite the Christmas Eve - a thaw, everywhere there were thawed areas with dark, beautiful foliage. I walked and thought that the walk turned out to be fresh, because the last time we made new friends - a one-year-old shepherd Bert and a noblewoman Dikuy, and then we were caught up with a pseudo-beagle - a friend of Bert and Wild. And this whole horde of 8 creatures (3 people, including the owner of Bert and Wild, and 5 dogs) was filled with a cheerful bark, growl, rushed ... In general, the socialization of people and animals in full swing. And this time - nothing and nobody. What kind of boredom!

Weaving home.

And here Tori intensively leads his nose to the left of the road, draws in air, senses something and tramples around. It should be noted that the scent of Tori is excellent - sharper than that of Yasha.

I peer into the thicket:

“Tori smelled something!”

The sister believes that this headwind carries the smell of an elderly couple who passed earlier. But they are visible right on the course, far away, and Tory sniffs to the left!

“Someone is probably walking there,” I peer forward with some apprehension, suggesting the presence of an animal (well, there, a wild boar, a bear, an elephant, in the end).

“No,” the sister suddenly says, “someone is lying there ...” and steps back.

- Where? - I do not immediately notice the body lying prone, with a backpack over my shoulders.

Homeless, the sister thought. "Corpse!" - I think. "Fools !!!" - probably thought the body.

I immediately wanted to go home, in the warmth, but here it seems that it smells of police, testimony, if not imprisonment ... But: 1) we are respectable citizens (although you can call the police from home as well), 2) I, after all, are a doctor , and the corpses are not afraid of me, 3) my sister and I are a terrible force together. Plus Ajax and Tori. Generally a deadly weapon.

“Let's go watch,” I say. To the body about 7 meters, and we resolutely moved towards him. Dogs ran ahead: Tori - looking back at us, and Ajax - determined to play.

At this moment, the body changed its mind to lie still and began to raise its head.

Drunk, I thought, continuing to move forward. After all, you need to help, call your relatives, otherwise it will completely freeze in the forest ...

The body, raising its head, stood on all fours, rolled onto its hind legs, sorry, legs and began to get up. A belt hung on his neck ... and a rifle on it!

"Maniac!" I thought. In general, the first word that came to mind was different, but there is censorship. Tori began to bark hysterically, and Ajax playfully prank around. At the same time, I looked around (I need stones, sticks, I need to urgently shout SOS and get the public to help!) And call on Tory (all of a sudden she will bite our potential killer, and he will take offense?) Somewhere on the right, Katya calls Ajax.

And then I mark the border of the brain that our body is standing and smiling, and at the same time I see such bodies on the thaw along the road ... a lot!

- Yes, he is not alone here! I shout. - Here’s another one, over and over ... - I poke a finger at them with relief, since I doubt that so many armed maniacs can gather in one place at one time - and there were about 9-10 of them.

None of the "maniacs" uttered a word. The first (our "body") gave a sign to the last with his hand, and everyone rose. The first two stood in front of us and smiled out loud, putting both hands on rifles. In the middle stood teenagers and very children.

I laughed with relief:

- Guys, how did we declassify you? - And all the Tories! - Sorry, we decided that help is needed!

Most likely, it was some kind of quest or something like this (maybe paintball?)

Cheerfully laughing as people escaped from a mortal threat, my sister and dogs walked away. The gamblers moved in search of a new ambush place - one where curious puppies and too socially responsible owners would not disturb them ...