'Til Death Do Us Part by Mark Tufo

Author:Mark Tufo
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Horror, Fiction
ISBN: 9781480018341
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2012-08-31T18:30:00+00:00

Mike Journal Entry 10

“Rune stones, man!” John said as he jumped on the back.

“What?” I asked. I hadn’t even seen the stones, and considering they were the size of a man, that was not easy to do. My eyes were transfixed on the green military boxes. I ran back to the cab of the truck and grabbed the crowbar I had seen resting under the seat. I can guarantee anyone that is reading this journal that they would have been hard pressed to find any kid in any country during any Christmas throughout the ages that was more excited to open a box than I was that day.

“M-240s and M-16s,” I mumbled, possibly drooling on myself as I placed the crowbar in a slight opening.

It was too much to hope that the markings on the box matched the contents. John was a few feet away rubbing the rocks, he was muttering something. Azile was alternating between watching our backs and checking out the contents.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said as the top popped free.

“What is that?” John asked, taking a second to look over.

“John, what I’m holding here is an M-240 machinegun. It’ll shoot in the neighborhood of a hundred to two hundred rounds a minute without blinking and six-fifty a minute if I really want to put the pedal to the metal!” I answered as I hefted the twenty-five pound block of death metal out of the container.

“That’s good then?” John asked.

“What?” I asked him incredulously. “Okay, let’s put this in terms you’ll understand. I feel about finding this like you would if this crate was full of prime California bud.”

“There’s weed in there?” John asked, pushing me to the side. He was mighty disappointed when he realized that wasn’t the case. “Why would you lie to me, man?” he asked with pleading eyes, like maybe I had stashed the find before telling him.

“I was just comparing how I feel about finding this to how you would feel finding some weed.”

“Not cool, man.” He returned to the Rune stones, I suppose for solace.

“Bullets?” Azile asked.

“Shit,” I said. I had been so enamored with the machinegun that I completely forgot about the rounds. Without them, this just became a very heavy club.

“There’s a box next to him that says 5.56,” Azile said, pointing to the left of John.

“No good, this takes 7.62. That’ll work for the M-16s, though,” I said, looking deeper into the truck. “This must be their rolling armory…and now it’s ours. Well if this doesn’t help to change the tide, I don’t know what will.” Nobody was listening, but I was still talking. This was too big a find to keep bottled up inside. We now had a machinegun and about two dozen M-16s.

“Just use more of them,” John replied in all seriousness.

“That’d kind of be like me telling you to just smoke more of the marijuana plant stalk,” I told him.

“The plant stalk doesn’t have any THC. You could smoke it all day long and not get high,” he said.

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