For the broke members of the progressive hard rock cover band, The Hanging Rock, that rhythm is a dying engine and a broken air conditioner in the ninety-five-degree South Carolina heat. Stuck in a dead-end town with big dreams of heading west to California, they are running entirely on empty.
When a rumor circulates that an old swamp-dweller named Ezekiel “Zeke” Bishop is the biggest drug dealer in the state, a reckless plan is born. It was supposed to be a simple, modified Robin Hood gig: sneak into the wetlands, take the stockpile of cash, and buy a one-way ticket to rock stardom.
But the swamp holds secrets far more lethal than its natural predators. As a single, accidental gunshot shatters the humid afternoon air, the band triggers a horrifying trap. The land is fiercely protected. One by one, they are hunted by their own sins, subjected to a brutal, supernatural reckoning where every ounce of pain they inflicted is returned tenfold.
