We first meet our scrappy main characters in a colorful strip club. Two members of the group work there, with Jenna ( Tiffany Shepis ) as a dancer and Travis ( Dustin Leighton ) unenthusiastically providing tunes as a DJ. After Jenna’s brother, Randy ( Owen Conway ), shows up for some harassment, and she has gone through her full routine, the gang reveals that their employment at the club has been a ruse all along and proceeds to rob the place. The plucky gang of young criminals, which also includes Tasha ( Taryn Maxximillian Dafoe ), dispatch several patrons and collect the stash of dough the mob is laundering through the establishment. Once on the freeway, their plan is to head to Mexico and split up due to some chemistry issues involving Travis, the self styled leader’s grumpy ass attitude and Randy's drug problem. There is some standard post robbery tension along the way. Then everybody fights for a little while and falls asleep. This leaves the coming-down junkie, Randy, in charge of navigating and manning the wheel. He surprisingly ends up driving in the wrong direction, taking them deep along an unknown route towards the sweaty small town of Redstone. At the same time, unbeknownst to the gang, back in the city the strip club owner and lower mob boss, Yakov( Jason Spisak ), is starting to make ground in his pursuit and begins to make his way to their location. When the rest of the crew in the car wakes up, they are not only lost but also in need of gas. Forced to stop, they pull into the only foreseeable gas station. Like most rural desert towns, it's pretty fucking strange from the get-go, but shit gets drastically worse after the douchey kids start fucking with the gas station clerk/local lighting rod ( Dan Higgins ). In contrast to their beliefs on cleanliness or regular dusting, this town takes its manners pretty seriously, and the law is upheld by the town constable, Sheriff Sickle( Kane Hodder ). Unfortunately for the millennial bandits, threatening the town’s single shop owner is a crime in Redstone. The wholesome and very religious Sickle is on the case, and he sees his work in justice as not only a job but a passion, as well as a source of protein. The gangster Yakov finds his way to town sooner or later, and everyone has old timey slice of good christian laced disembowelment.