A makeshift road sign marks the entrance to Sematary, a place where the rules of the old world no longer apply. Ghost Mountain, a man of few words, drives his war rig into the graveyard, seeking refuge from the chaos outside. Sematary, a woman of many appetites, greets him with open arms and legs, her body a tempting oasis in the desert. As they fuck, their bodies moving in a dance as ancient as the land itself, they find a temporary escape from the fury of the world beyond their embrace.