Carl Foster is a man committed to his work but a man who also knows he should give more time to his family. Taking a much needed break from the pressures of his professional life he embarks on a weekend vacation with his wife, daughter, and young son.
But what begins as a pleasant, if somewhat strained journey, ends in a flurry of violent abuse, and spine-tingling mayhem as Carl confronts a group of road-weary ’Carnival-type’ travellers, watches in desperation as the ones he loves are brutalised and humiliated in the dank, and grimy confines of an abandoned roadside diner.
Will he be able to find a way for them all to escape, or are they destined to disappear without trace? But everything is not quite as it seems. Is Carl really the epitome of 'family man' that we have come to think of him as? Or is he something so much more disturbing?