Two of his men are dead, power is out, and radios are reduced to crackly paperweights. Hank looked over to the distance, watching as the chopper carrying the VIPs grew to a dot in the horizon.

Left behind and nowhere to go but down, Hank must lead his remaining men and a team of bodyguards down the floors where monsters see humans as nothing but food.

After that? Who knows.

First, they have to get this minigun to work.

Disclaimer time. I plan to introduce magic in this fic as a slow progression so people arent going to start throwing fireballs at each other in the beggining because of established plot lines. There will be no overpowered MC in this fic. No System. Guns will work until they are broken or ran out of ammunition and the military will be competent but will take time to be mobilized.

Just so you know what you're jumping into.

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Releases are three times a week. A bonus chapter will be added when we reach milestones.