The last time Eric hopped a train, he was thrown into the dirt. But when a man has no money and nowhere else to go, sometimes the rails are the only road left. He jumps aboard a passing freight car, only to discover a rough band of stowaways already claiming it as their temporary home. Treated like prison intake, Eric is immediately sized up as “fresh meat” and targeted for his belongings. The intimidation ends just as quickly when their leader, Hank, orders them to back off. It is as if Hank instinctively knows Eric is far more dangerous than he appears.

Under Hank’s wary supervision, Eric learns why they are all on the run. A killer known only as The Ripper has been butchering vagrants and drifters in their town, and these men are not trespassing on a train—they are fleeing for their lives. Their fear is unmistakable, living hollow in their eyes.

After a restless sleep, the group awakens to find Hank lying in a pool of blood, his throat slashed. Panic erupts. If The Ripper isn’t behind them, he is on the train with them—and worse, he must be one of them. The freight car transforms into a makeshift courtroom, each man forced to defend himself and prove his innocence before the others turn on him.

But time is running out. The change is already clawing at Eric’s insides, and as the accusations reach a breaking point, the truth erupts in horror: the guilty man reveals himself just as Hank’s body rises from death. Two transformations tear through the car in unison—Hank and Eric, both becoming what the others feared most.