In the times before, people in their shit town all had things to say about the Dixons and none of it were good. When the world went to hell, people still didn't. Now they do have something to say. And it's good, but only for one Dixon and he is loved by those in his family. But the other Dixon? He was the devil. Someone to be watched. They didn't trust him. He was alright with that. He give to shakes of his lily white ass what they said, what they thought.

Only two people ever gave a shit about him, ever saw him differently. His brother and his Angel. For these two people he would go through hell to find them. And he did. And for that he was truly blessed in this nightmare.