We see a dark cabin with a rocking chair mysteriously moving back and forth. Suddenly, the cabin is filled with a cryptic laughter. The light of the lantern flashes and suddenly a large man is sitting in the chair. He laughs and stops the chair's rocking. We get a close up to see a better look at this man. He has maroon pants with what looks to be vultures flying up the leg, as well as a leather apron. His dread locked hair falls over his shoulders and covers his face, along with his scraggly, unkempt beard. He leans forward and starts to whisper;
"Hey, wanna see something really scary?"
He laughs as the scene changes around him. Suddenly, he is in a field surrounded by followers. He sits down on a rock and starts talking to the camera.
"Man, you may know me, you may not, but that's all alriiight. I... Am BRAY Wyatt! These, are not my followers. These are my family. Here, we do not judge. We are all coming from different genders, races, and creeds. We are here to right all the wrongs in the world. The poor who are passed over and stepped on will be brought back to their feet and we will take down the corrupt overlords that run this world. Because, you see... When it comes to me... I've got the whoooole world in my hands, man.
Now, let me tell you a little story. I grew up a smart young lad. But I had terrible grades. I wanted to explore the world and to help people, just as Abigail had helped me. But the schools demanded that we all thought in a generic square of thought, raided all these young explorers and artists and musicians of their creativity and making them into functioning cogs in a society where they aren't allowed to be great. Well, one day, I went straight to that school and I said to hell with it. I took a baseball bat and tore the area to shreds, showing what true... Art looked like. Because art is not always cut and dry depictions of perfection, man, oh hell no. Art is when something is dead and gone but finds a new purpose to exist. Art is when something is recreated by means of repurposing to something it was meant to be all along. Art... is... Desctruction.
And that's why I am here. I am here to free the world from these shackles that society puts on these kids. I am here to tell them all to be great and to strive for the success that they deserve because when it matters, the world is begging them to fail. But not me, man. I am not here for me. I am here for you. And I... Will set you free, man. You just have to do one simple thing... Look up to the skies, and FOLLOW the Buzzards!"
Bray leads his head back and puts his arms out as his 'family' showers him with cheers and adulation. Bray smiles and the smiles turn cryptic and macabre as the feed glitches. It cuts to black and in deep red letters we see written very clearly around flying vultures...
FIND ME