(A/n.This is a Creepy pasta fanfic. I do not own any of the Creepy pasta that might occur in the story they belong to their rightful owner.) WARNING: Cussing,and violence are in the story if you don't like it don't read it.

Dad once told me a story, about men who could walk through hell and not get burnt. 4 men from the south eastern border were sent to disarm a nuke in the middle of the Lagos Trade inc. As they arrived they were shot down and landed in the 90th floor of the Trade building. They managed to make it out and escape through the cover of the night. Only one man stayed behind in enemy territory. He got the nuke disarmed but was captured by the enemy, 3 rough years he was on his own. Dan: hey kid what's your name. Scout....and yours. Dan: the names Dan Clinton how did you end up here kid. Scout: they armed a nuke in the Lagos Trade inc. Scout: me and three others were sent to disarm it. Dan: did you complete your mission. Scout: yes but was captured by....them, mission was good, planning was good but when we arrived we were shot down by an anti air gun, we were pretty high up so we waited till dark to..... well they went on cause I told them to you got that bitch. Dan: yes I got that.