Lizard had lived in the hills all his life. He always preferred the mountain terrain and sandy landscapes to anything that could be beyond the desert he had spent his life in. He was comfortable, knew his surroundings, knew his safe points.

He was a hateful, murderous mutant with sun burnt leather skin and a deformed cleft lip. Other than this though he had been blessed not to have developed any further physical mutations just as the others in his family. Their family lived together in a little village within the ravine of the hills. The protected one another, hunted with one another, and thrived together. Even they saw him though as a vicious man. They hunted to survive but Lizard took more enjoyment from it than any of them. Once he had tortured a man for 8 days, taking enjoyment as he skinned the man layer by layer. That's just the sort of man he was.

Lizard walked towards the cliff edge, gazing along the landscape in front of him. Alongside him was his brother, Goggle. A mutant, just short of him, physically not at all mutated except for his face. His nose was elongated and long, with only two holes where his nostrils should be. Where Lizard was the best hunter, Goggle was the best watcher. He would sit along the cliff edge for days, watching for any potential victims to notify the family. His eyesight was what they presumed to be mutated. He could see better than any of them, for miles at a time. Before even for them a dot could be seen on the horizon.

Goggle grunted to Lizard, patting him on the leg from his sitting position. He pointed out towards the horizon muttering only one word, 'Food.' Lizard gave one of his manic laughs before leaping on the spot. He reached for the walkie talkie on his side and sent the message out to his family. 'It's breakfast time.