King Acid

A young man wakes up in the desert. The wreckage of an ambulance lies smashed against a boulder and charred to a crisp. By the stitches on his head and face, he assumes he was the patient. But why was an ambulance driving through a desert? Where was it supposed to take him? And what kind of accident was he involved in to be left with amnesia? He decides to follow along the predicted route the footfalls of the tires have left, until he finds himself before a giant military boneyard, in the middle of which there is a private jet camouflaged amongst the rusty dead planes. And a strange man waiting for him, who says he comes on behalf of the young man's older brother. As they both board the plane, although blinded by the amnesic haze of his brain trauma surrounding him before that strange context, the young man will recall one thing: for some reason, he hates his own brother.