Deep in the Northern California woods, in the heart of the notorious Emerald Triangle, lies a remote cabin. The residents struggle to fight off the repeated attacks and abductions by mysterious creatures that have plagued them for years. When a local pot farmer is caught up with a wayward group of campers the situation quickly escalates into total carnage.
Brock, a man in his early 30s, has taken refuge in his family’s old cabin in the hills of Mendocino County, outside the town of Willits. By his side is his wife Peggy, and his niece Courtenay. His mission is to keep them safe from the invaders who come more and more frequently, who abduct him in the dead of night to perform experiments and surgeries on him. It wasn’t always like this.
Once an academic star, Brock fell in love with science and math at an early age. He founded his high school’s botany club, and collected butterflies and other insects from the meadows around his rural home.
In his late teens, his skill at botany led him to join the emerging medical marijuana industry, and he donated his time and skill to helping those in the San Francisco Bay area cultivate potent strains to bring relief to those with HIV, AIDS, and Cancer. He taught classes on cultivation and shared his knowledge with all walks of life. The combination of his depth of knowledge and approachable, red-neck demeanor made him a popular figure in the medical dispensaries across the state.
Then everything changed. Caught in a Federal crackdown on medical marijuana, Brock had no choice but to plea guilty and serve a six-year sentence. While in prison, his attitude shifted. Feeling abandoned by the community that supported him, he turned himself inward, and vowed to help himself and his family first. Fellow inmates described how to build a clandestine laboratory, and Brock learned the secrets of organic chemistry’s power over the mind.
His time served, Brock made good on his promise to himself. He gathered supplies and retreated to the woods. Maintaining only the connections to society necessary to support himself with his new craft, he disappears into the hills for weeks at a time, remaining hidden from everyone... except THEM...
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