"Dorsen, house 2,3,6,8 are all taken care of. "Good now for 11", Johnny got a shock to the system. His home. His wife. He creeped through the bushes, leading to his garden and made a sprint to the door getting bullets fired at him. His wife beat him with a frying pan, when he went into the kitchen "I-It was an accident!" Johnny knew they had to act fast and at that moment the doors were kicked down. Johnny ran to one side of the room his wife the other Johnny could see they were gonna pincer his wife. It struck him like a ton of bricks......"Self preservation" he quietly muttered and crawled through the window. 

Johnny woke up feeling horrible he had a tickly throat no thanks to that dog, soon he started sneezing "Fucking dog" he muttered as the medic walked by. Johnny didn't get up he just lay in bed writing down what just happened. "Outrage, why keep that when it offers nothing", Johnny spoke to himself not understanding that they loved the dog. In a way, Johnny Fiasco is just broken...

He got out of his bed fixed his cuffs and tie and made way to what seemed to be the only ones up."Good morning hope you slept well so, Where, are we going? Because we could use food with the amount in this group." Johnny looked to the dog, not seeing him as a food source but not apart of the group. 

Some people may not take kindly to Johnny but he was alive because he thought of himself and only himself......