Cold Meat

In the frozen reaches of the Colorado Rockies, a relentless winter swallows the open road, turning it into a white‑out of howling wind and blinding snow. Against this backdrop rides David Petersen, a driver whose skill behind the wheel has earned him quiet admiration as a highway hero. The storm is more than a backdrop; it becomes a character of its own, relentless and indifferent, testing the limits of anyone who dares to travel its dangerous passes.

When the tempest overwhelms his vehicle, the crash leaves David bruised, his leg broken, and the car buried deep within a secluded ravine. Isolated from any help, the biting cold seeps through every crack, turning the landscape into a hostile crucible. The environment is stark and unforgiving—a white‑washed wilderness that offers no shelter, only the thin promise of winter’s occasional mercy.

As night deepens, an unseen presence begins to stir among the trees, a predator hinted at in local folklore that prowls the snow‑bound woods. The threat it poses is both physical and psychological, amplifying the protagonist’s growing sense of vulnerability. The silence of the night is broken only by the occasional groan of ice and the restless whisper of the wind, each sound a reminder that danger may be lurking just beyond sight.

Against this elemental assault, David must confront not only the raw forces of nature but also the rising tide of his own dread. The film weaves a tense, atmospheric horror where survival hangs on a fragile balance between body and mind, and where every breath in the icy air could be the one that seals his fate.

Last Updated: November 25, 2025 at 14:43