(It may be in your better interest to use second players for this...)

Alone at night you find yourself wandering through the Mexican desert. You'd been on a hike with some friends and found you'd somehow lost your way when you all decided to continue through the night. A bad idea, you now think.
Though the moon was high it didn't provide much light and the battery in your flashlight had long gone out. But the howls of wolves and coyotes and the feeling of eyes on your back kept you moving. It wasn't long before you began to shiver a bit from the cold of the desert's night, and you were wishing you had a blanket or jacket of some sort. As you walked on you noticed a faint light in front of you. One that could only belong to a campfire. You raced ahead to see if perhaps it was your friends, but as you neared you slowed. There was no one there. Only a fire, old patterned blanket laid on the ground, a worn out duffle bag, and what appeared to be a hatchet stuck in the ground but upon closer inspection it turned out to look more like a tomahawk of some sort.
Yet when you glanced around there was no one in sight. So where had this come from? It had to be made by someone. Someone had to be staying here. But who? And why did they just leave?

Do you stick around to find out?
Or do you keep walking and hope to find your friends before or after daylight?