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Frank Castle had been in some real shitholes before, but this place was working really hard at taking first place. It was starting to make the kind of stuff he saw when he went to sleep look like sweet dreams. At least he still had his gear with him, made dealing with the bone chilling cold a lot easier.
Course the fact they no longer had caves to shelter in meant he could find his own space. He'd never been much of a people person. In this place alone was when his ghosts found him. He remembered telling Karen that his wife brought on the pain, that was cranked up to 11 and playing all the time now.
He found ways to deal with it until the rage and hate started filling him up inside. It burned so hot he swore his skin should be blistering with it. After long enough he had a plan. He'd told Russo that the man would know pain. Now it was time to end it. Put that asshole down so hard he never got up again.
Someone dropped into his path when he was looking for the rock that that piece of shit was hiding under. "Should have known you'd put on your pajamas sooner or later, Red," he said. "Get out of my way. My problem isn't with you, but you aren't stopping me."