It was too late to go back. Brayden took his time to travel through the church before even reaching the catacombs. Regardless, it didn’t matter considering his mistake was already made due to sheer carelessness. He stirred up cursed land. Loudly presented himself with an ample amount of cursing to whatever thirsted for him outside of the church. Though, that could be a wild assumption. Maybe if he stayed quite, things would settle. Above, the beginnings of a storm gave him some false hope that his mistake could be baptized away. That thought quickly evaporated as a howl accompanied thunder and the ruins of the church flashed within his mind.<br/><br/>Oh yes, how could he possibly forget? He was in the catacombs of Wolves Hollow where any rational thought could quickly be replaced with the threat of being torn to shreds. He wasn’t in any situation to accurately determine the probability of wolves making it inside the church so to perhaps give himself a chance, he started in a direction he felt was the right way forward. After a couple of steps with him successfully avoiding walls, he found himself sprinting down a hallway leading deeper into the catacombs. The echo of his footsteps mixed with ragged breath kept his focus forward instead of the sound of what was behind him.<br/><br/>Abruptly, his running was halted as he met something solid. Thinking that he had reached a dead end, panic forced his arms forward and he pushed. The squeal of rusty iron against stone provided temporary relief. He just needed enough space for his body to go through, nothing more just in case the door was too heavy to close back. A cool breeze from inside the room met his face and he forced himself through the opening. Quickly, once completely inside the room, he closed the door to the sounds of the wolves closing in at his back. Now, to find something to barricade the door.<br/><br/>Brayden turned to continue his plan, only to slam his right leg into something jagged in-front of him. His adrenaline was still in the motion of running so he didn’t fully register that he had tripped over something until a sharp pain shot up his leg and he felt the force of gravity bring him to the ground. At the door, he heard the wolves’ frustrated attempts at pushing their way in through the small space he left and as warm moisture filled his boot, he prayed that the door was heavy enough.<br/><br/><br/>If not...<br/><br/><br/>Let him die quickly.