Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151216000203/@comment-17114085-20151220193006

Reming, seeing that he got the attention of the group, raised his left hand and rested his rifle on his shoulder. He had lost control just then, like he has been doing more these recent years. He didn't want to dwell on it too much, but he could tell that he was going feral. Trying to forget his past wasn't helping at all, it only made things worse when he subconsciously remembered something from before the bombs.