Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190509204551/@comment-25218347-20190510025906

The man, Jacket, rubbed his eyes. He slowly got up out of bed, noting a light red glare slightly visible through his window. Probably something from one of the cars. He moved over to the dresser, and dug through a collection of old jackets until he settled on a letterman. He whisked his light brown hair off to the side, heading into the living room and passing by light bits of trash.