Chapter 7 pt. 1

Chris still had two hours until the work shift was over. Even in his past life, he had a hard time with killing time. He turned around and headed back to the gym. He walked into the equipment room and hung up the punching bag. Chris grabbed the two wooden swords sitting in the corner of the room.

He approached the bag, so his left shoulder was facing the bag. Chris stood motionless for a minute, then suddenly lunged forwards striking the bag with the sword in his right hand. He stepped back and hit the bag again, this time with his left. He continued hitting the bag aggressively. All of his anger and frustration was being released into the punching bag. Chris hit the bag one last time, causing the bag to burst open. Sand leaked onto the floor, creating a pile under the bag.

“Damnit,” Chris screamed, punching the bag, causing more sand to fall out. C