Background

Along the road that runs south into the desert from the city of Shangrila there is a sign that once was a bright green announcement that you were one exit from the delightful respite of the Camping Grounds. Now the sign is faded and peppered with bullet holes. Above the faded blue letters that reads: "Desert Falls Camping Grounds Next Right" is graffiti, red... like blood... that reads Death Toll.

Long ago the Desert Falls was somewhere people went to get away from it all, an idyllic oasis in the middle of the desert fed by a river that runs from the mountains in the distance and drops down over a cliff face to create a water fall that over the centuries has carved a deep rocky pond of fresh water. As the Badlands encroached upon the desert and fear of the demonic creatures that inhabit those lands grew the campgrounds were abandoned.

Until the Taker came...

The Taker was a necromancer of terrifying power. He claimed the grounds as his own and built a bonfire that would burn for eternity, a beacon for anyone on the road or lost in the wastelands. Over time the Taker gathered a group of bikers, forming a gang he called Death Toll. Many of these men and women lost their souls to the Taker, surrendering their lives to become his creatures in the night when the Death Toll bell rang the zombie like bikers would rise up from the ground. One by one the bikers became transformed.

Women were captured, enslaved, raped and tortured to feed the pleasure of the bikers who continued to arrive at the camp and eventually swell the ranks of Death Toll, and their necromancer master... until Baby came into the camp. Now everything is different... almost...