I prefer Izzy, some prefer dog, others would rather call them creatures from hell, no matter what you call them, they are indestructible eating machines.

"There were so many. Thousands and thousands engulfed the tiny village. We were unable to stop them, the bodies piled up. I grabbed my rifle and evaded most of them, but not one. The biggest one, from all that I saw, pounced on me and bit my foot clean off! Here's the proof," The man I was interviewing pulled his lower pant leg up, revealing a prosthetic foot, plastic and metal weaved in and out. "My leg was gushing blood, horribly. But on I hobbled. I made it out just in time to see the bomb explode behind me, then a blonde young woman come from the smoke, covered in soot and ash. Thats how I met me wife here."