Muddy Water

The drug-addicted inhabitants of a flood-ravaged land in the not-too-distant future face life threatening choices…

‘They want ya flesh an' ya bones an ya pain an' ya fear an' they want it with a side order o' Caesar fuckin' salad. 'cuz that's what they taste. Ya trauma as they eat ya alive… ‘ The inhabitants of a flood-ravaged rural land of the near future are drowning in every sense – deserted by the nation’s government, their homes sinking, limited access to electricity - large swathes of them addicted to a virulent drug which turns users into cannibals upon withdrawal. Now the supply is running out… Lines must be crossed and sacrifices made. What, if anything, can survive the muddy water?