Before arriving at the cabin, a violently psycho child allowed to sit in public outside a general store bites the hand of a cabin inhabitant. The General store owner tells the bit person to wash their hand in the creek out back. Story gets worse from there. There is a hermit who wears a trench coat and a deputy who arrives on a ten speed bike. The "trapped" people have more visitors pop out of nowhere than a whack-a-mole game! With one bearing gifts from a zip-loc bag. Somebody earshot hears them and calls the police, twice. These trapped people need to find this person. And my favorite, gee our friends are dying from a flesh eating virus, want to have sex? Okay, sex is always appropriate. But gee our friends are dying from a flesh eating virus, I'll be shaving my legs to increase my chances of infection.