This story takes place in the quarry. It never happened. Some gutter rat just made the whole thing up. It's about the Chicago Underworld gone mad, all because some lunatic fuck got greedy. Pointed bullets in the face of some kiss-my-ring murderer. Dime store fiction at its best. My name is Johnny Virus. How do I fit into all of this? I'm just some dime store fiction gumba that got a rat made of 'im - come by for your entertainment. Hope you have a good time.