Dizzy was just like any regular old stranded. Left by the COG to rot. He was one of the luckey oned though. He had something to hold on to. To keep him going everyday even while the rest of the world went to sh*t. What could it be, you ask? What could keep a man sane in this living hell. The answer is simple, his twin daughters, Teresa and Maralin. He felt as if he had a duty to keep them safe, no matter the cost.

10 Years After E-Day

He lay there, watching her beautiful face. So calm and peaceful. Her scarlet red hair framing her flawless face and draping down her neck. She looked like she didn't belong there. In a world where monstrous beasts killed everything they saw.

Ten years earlier the COG dropped the Hammer of Dawn in a futile attempt to stop the Locust Horde. Anyone who couldn't make it back to Ephyra was left "Stranded". In short, the Hammer killed more humans than Locust. The Horde just kept coming, and the COG fled to Jacinto.

None of that mattered to Dizzy now. His beautiful wife, Jasmine and his daughters, where the world to him.

Suddenly an explosion could be herd in the distance, breaking Dizzy out of his daze. He instantly shot up and got out of bed, grabbing his Boltak pistol under his pillow. Jasmine woke up at the same time.

"What's going on?" she asked in her soft voice.

"I don't know yet," Dizzy replied. "Stay here."

As Dizzy walked to the door, he herd the handle move and open. He quickly aimed the pistol, ready to shoot whatever came through. To his surprise Henny, Dizzy's best friend, came through the doorway.

"Well sh*t, Henny, don't you be scarin' me like that! What the hell is going on ?" asked Dizzy.

"Its those damn Grubs," replied Henny. "They're attacking the North end of camp."

"Dammit. Listen Henny, I need you to stay here and protect my girls."

"But Diz,"

"Please Henny. Their all I got, and lets face it, Ima better shot than you,"

"Fine. Do what you gotta do. You owe me man."

At that moment Jasmine walked into the room. She had changed from her sleeping attire into her day clothes. She had a Snub Pistol in her hand.

"If they are attacking, I need to tend to the wounded," she said. Jasmine used to be a nurse back at JMC.

"Alright then le's go," Dizzy said impatiently. He hated the thought of leaving her out of his sight. At least the twins were safe with Henny. Dizzy grabbed his dusty beat up hat from the table and the shotgun that was laying by the door as he and Jasmine left the safe confines of the house.

"Good luck Dizzy. Kick some a*s for me," Henny called out.

"You know it brother," Dizzy called back to him.