When a small town near the Arizona-Mexico border is wiped out overnight, suspicion falls on the lone survivor. But a roll of photos the survivor took that night tells a different story.
Something terrible passes through the off-grid town of Sangre de Cristo on the Arizona-Mexico border, and all 57 inhabitants disappear overnight, leaving nothing but bloody trails. Suspicion falls on the lone survivor, an illegal immigrant; but a roll of photos he took that night tells a different story.—Massive Film Company
In 2011, at the Arizona-Mexico border town of Sangre de Cristo, all the 57 residents disappear during the night. Most of the bodies are missing and there are only pieces of bodies and blood trails to the desert. Hinzman Sheriff John Parano and his men arrest the lonely survivor, Francisco Salazar, who is an illegal immigrant, handyman and amateur photographer, and is covered in blood and asking for help. The racist police Sheriff accuses him of the crime spree despite the lack of conclusive evidence and most of the racist population of Hinzman believes he is a monster. When a roll of 36 photos taken by Salazer appears, the judge and the defense lawyer disregard the new evidence; but experts realize that the population was attacked by a horde of zombies.—Claudio Carvalho, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
On the night of June 2, 2011, the largest mass murder in American history occurs in the off-the-grid border town of Sangre de Cristo, Arizona, just a few miles north of Mexico. The entire population of 57 disappears overnight, and the next morning nothing is left but blood trails into the desert
The police arrest the lone survivor: an illegal immigrant, Francisco Salazar, who is found covered with the blood of a number of his fellow residents. Despite a lack of convincing forensic evidence, Salazar is charged with all the murders, against the backdrop of racial hysteria and paranoia that permeates the US/Mexico border.
During the trial, a compelling new piece of evidence emerges: something terrible and remorseless passed through the town that night, and Salazar was the only one who recorded it. On one roll of film 36-photographs is the record of a gruesome wave of horror, and quite possibly, a haunting glimpse of more bloodshed to come.
