There was an old man, dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans. He had a hunting rifle with him, but it was strapped to his back. The old man had dark green eyes and he appeared to be less than seventy years old, probably older than that, and he stood about five foot eleven inches. "Who I am is unimportant. I just wanted to tell you both. To stay out of the woods." The old man said. "If you want to live, you'd better stay out of the woods. There's nothing for you there."