I look upon the gun with great shock.
The gun was made completely of iron. It had a long barrel but the opening was small enough to only fire small round bullets. There wasn't any visible cylinder or magazine on it that showed where to store the bullet.
It was colored brown red, similar to wood and had a long hammer that burst the gunpowder, doing the shooting process.
I looked at the gun for a while, disbelief spread across my face.
"He… He really sent me this thing." I slowly put the box down on the table. Acting as if this was very valuable.
Taking another look inside, I saw a piece of paper, probably a letter or instructions tucked inside. Then with heavy hands I take the thing.
I look at the gun for a moment, taking a gaze at its authenticity. After a moment, my excitement washes away and a dull look arises in me.
"Man… this is pretty boring."
I shake the gun, trying to hear the inside. Only a few crick crack sounds were made as it shook.
