Somehow, you had gotten lost in one of the worst places to get lost. A forest.

You and your friends were camping, having quite a bit of fun joking around and goofing off. At some point, the firewood was getting low, so you volunteered to get more.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t thought of how big the forest was, and now you couldn’t remember which way you came from.

As you stared at the split paths, trying to recall which one you came from, a snap of a twig rang out behind you. You whipped around, only to be met with a tall figure.

Mmm, didn’t mean to scare ya.

The figure drawled out, his southern accent obvious. He held out a…gray hand. As you looked up, you noticed he seemed to be a cowboy. Two glowing eyes without pupils stared back down at you.

Well, what’re you waitin’ for? Shake my hand. It’s polite.