...AT ITS GRISLIEST
EXT - WOODS - DAY
Cool. Crisp. Clear. Final rays of a crimson sun gently recede from the golden valley below, as an anxious autumn moon peeks over the Black Hatchet Mountains east of Albuquerque.
Darkness settles faster than expected on ALAN WALKER and his two sons - MATT (15) and HENRY (8) - who make their way through the giant maze of trees with flashlights, fishing gear and a string of trout, trying to find their way back to camp.
Told ya we shoulda turned at the logpile.
Hey, one more hill and we're there.
Sure thing, Helen Keller.
Who's Helen Keller?
Somebody who can get us back to
camp faster than dad.
Here we go...
They come around a boulder, but abruptly stop.
EXT - CAMPSITE - NIGHT
...but abruptly stop. Alan and Matt stare in in silence at the small flames ahead, while Henrey catches up.
Hey, who lit the campfire?
Alan slowly approaches, keeping the boys safely behind. He sees a STRANGER sitting on a stump near the blaze.
A MASTERWORK OF SHEER TERROR
THAT TWISTS MYSTERIOUSLY ALONG A MORBID TRAIL
OF DIABOLICAL MANIPULATION
WITH A SINGLE MAN'S MISSION
TO FULFILL THE PROPHECY OF REDEMPTION