Damien slammed the doors shut with all his might, his heart beating out of his chest. Holy fucking shit. Maybe he should have trusted his weather app a little more, because it most definitely hadn't lied when it told him there would be a blizzard on his way home. Covered in sleet and shuddering, the punk boy shook out his hair and checked to ensure the things in his bag weren't damaged. All good.

"Fuckk..."

He muttered, glancing about at the church he'd entered. It was midnight, would they even let him stay? Honestly he didn't even wanna deal with having to look some religious bonkers in the eye and smile and nod to their crazy bull, but the storm was too bad to go back out in.

The sound of a door opening made the choice for him.