by MJ Ware
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"He was right. I think, it's been seven days now. This must be an old oil tank. We tried to climb out, but Chris can't even stand. There's nothing left to eat, even the Almond Joys were gone days ago, and we've had no water except for a pack of Nik-L-Nips," I record into the video camera.
"Chris is passing in and out of consciousness. When he's awake he keeps talking about his dad coming to take him to a monster truck show." I clear my throat. "I hope someday, someone finds this tape."
"Ohh," he moans.
"Chris, you okay, buddy?"
"Mike?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
"There's something I've been meaning to tell you."
"What is it, dude?"
"You owe me twenty bucks."
"You never give up. We agreed we were even when we drew straws to see who'd fix dinner a few days ago, remember?" Well, at least the cat had come in handy.