Prologue

The stars were out on that fateful August night. Jack Turner walked the streets of Lafayette, Louisiana; unaware that tonight would in fact be the last night he'd have on this earth. He had no idea that The Wyatt Family had chosen him to be their message bearer; in fact he had no idea who the Wyatt Family even was. At this particular moment, he had only known of the graffiti that plagued the city claiming "We're Coming", and then eloquently signed "Bray Wyatt".

Turner had turned the corner of the street he was on and entered a beautiful park. The night was warm, and the woods he entered were rather humid. He crossed the bridge arcing over a beautiful pond. He did this walk every night; it took his mind off of things as he tended to have stressful days.

Turner was about 6'3 and around 205 pounds, so he was not a particularly large man, nor was he exceptionally small. He spent most of his time reading, as he had just been fired from his job working as a contractor with some small company no one had ever heard of. His wife also had no job, and she was starting to enjoy berating Turner for his uselessness. Turner's hunt for a new job was slow, as he had been fired for violence at his previous job.

Turner had greasy blonde hair that was slowly receding. His blue eyes were permanently glassy, perhaps from crying a lot as a child. He had a tough childhood; he had been the subject of his father's drunken rage far too many times. His mother too, but she left after a few months, and so Jack was the victim of his father's attacks.

As he walked through the seemingly innocent woods, he heard a slight crackle. He assumed it was an animal; however it must've been rather large. He continued walking on the path, not straying to the side at all.

Turner's mind flooded with ideas, wondering what kind of animal could be so loud, what animal could make such a noise. It sounded big, it sounded scary, and that was all Jack needed to know. He made it another few feet when he saw the large man leaning against a tree. Jack gripped the crucifix necklace he always kept around his neck tightly. The man, who was rather husky and sported a very backwoods beard, simply laughed eerily as he did this.

"They been lying to ya, man" the stranger said in a thick Louisiana accent. Jack tried to reply, but could barely speak. He muttered something like "Excuse me?" but barely got the words out.

The man chuckled again, amused by this sorry sight. He spoke again, in his creepily calm voice, and as he did a second man stepped out from the woods, also sporting a large beard and long greasy black hair. "Hey you wanna see something really scary?" As he said this, a third man seized Jack and forced him onto his knees. This man wore a sheep mask, though Jack was more focused on the heavy set man who appeared to be the leader of the three.

"We live in a world," He said, "Where society has poisoned the souls of men.
It hovers over us like a dark cloud and they can't do anything about it because they're just everyday working class people like me. They get down on their hands and knees and they whisper these lies and secrets in their ears but I have a secret of my own. What are you going to do when they decide its time?" The masked man removed his mask, revealing a long ginger beard and a bald head. The men, both at the same time, said "We are the ones." The leader replied "When they decide it's time to walk upright"

"The ones you've been told about, because we are walking upright"

"What are you gonna do? I know what you're gonna do... Run" Jack began to crawl away, but the bald man placed a massive foot on his back.

"Tell them we're coming" said the long haired man, before grabbing him and tossing him to the floor. "Run" The leader shouted. Jack began to crawl away again. "Send us someone, just don't send anyone you want back" The bald man shouted at him as he began to stand up.

"This is the new face of fear" The leader said, beginning to chuckle at Jack as Jack walked away backwards. "Anywhere that Mary went... the lamb was sure to go" Said he, now laughing maniacally as Jack ran away from the three men. "We're coming." The leader said softly.

As Jack ran, he tripped over a large log and fell downward into a creek. He hit his head against a rock, now dazed. He could barely see, his sight was very blurry. He could briefly make out the mask of the bald man, but he was distance. Darkness next, before he woke up face to face with the leader. "They been lyin' to ya man..." He chuckled as Jack spit up blood. "And now it's time… To follow the buzzards…" The leader laughed loudly and hysterically, and it would be the last thing Jack ever heard before he was consumed by darkness.