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Christian I storm through the fields and all the debris that's fallen out of the sky while cursing to myself. I keep going until I reach one of the old storm-proofed barns that we now use as a gym and don't stop until I'm inside and throwing all my anger at the old leather punch bag that's hanging down from the ceiling by a chain that's properly older than me but that thing holds well, they dont make them like that anymore. My knuckles are throbbing in just a few minutes which is my own stupid fault for not wrapping them but at this moment I dont care. "Chris." I dont stop unleashing my anger when I hear Jack's voice, I keep going while the sweat rolls down my head and body and I'm panting with every breath that I take. "Chris, talk to me brother, what's going on?" Jack soon appears at