(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...