CLANK...CLANK...THUD. Dust escaped from beneath the cracks in the ceiling. Whatever was producing that noise had intentions of getting in here.

The sound intensified, and small dents began to appear in the manhole. I poured myself another cup, gulped it down. The inevitable was on its way. What do I have to live for?

"The M24, that's my favorite one. Take it. There's an exit towards the back."

"How many bullets?"

"Twenty altogether. The exit will leave you ...