The rain pattered against the hard plastic of the walls on the small bus stop. A cold gust of wind blew past, causing Mortem to wrap the leather jacket tighter around himself. This sucked.

He searched his pocket for his phone and pulled it out, the blue light from the screen illuminating his face for a brief moment as he checked the time. 23.38. Yeah, the bus definitely wasn't showing up today.

"God damn it." Mortem muttered under his breath, shoving his phone back into his pocket. With a look of discomfort, he left the dry safety of the bus stop and began walking down the road. He needed to get home in some way, even if that meant walking 20 minutes in the middle of the night through a damn storm.