Once the entrance to the bunker had been discovered by a young man that was kind hearted enough to share the information, the air was filled with the sound of pounding feet and labored breaths. Ania had little trouble keeping herself out of last place, though she was quickly growing winded, even having to stop briefly at the top of the hill and catch her breath. Sweat beaded at her temples, coating her cropped hairline, and she stared down the hill with a mixture of anticipation, dread, and annoyance. She was certainly capable of physical activity, but she wasn't so used to prolonged exertion, much less the frigid cold of the Russian tundra. Her lungs were spiked with pain as she tried to take deep breaths of the cold air, wincing as she breathed deeply through her nose in an attempt to regulate her breathing. She allowed three people to pass her, before breaking into a sprint again, easily making her way down the hill and gaining some of her lost ground. Having scavenged quite a bit during her time in Germany, she was good at finding her footing in sloped environments like this, since the task had often required her to navigate large scrap heaps.
Finally reaching the entrance, with several people still behind her, and many more ahead of her, she slowed to a walk before entering the down trodden building. The same black haired man from before stood at the entrance, looking bright and tolerant, obviously allowing others to pass him. She cast him a wary glance as she passed by, her brows drawing low over her eyes. What in the world would possess someone, in the same situation as the rest of them, to display an act of selflessness? This was clearly a place where you looked out for your own hide...a tactic perhaps? One with a more sinister motive than he let on? With a small sigh, she rolled her eyes, deciding not to dwell on it.
As she rattled off her measurements and received her uniform, she was only mildly surprised that they had to change in each others presence without an ounce of privacy. It was only natural, really, that they would try to weed out the weaklings through humility. Though Ania found the situation mildly disconcerting, she could hardly be bothered to care, her thoughts focused on food and sleep. Slipping off her clothes, she revealed very little, wearing a sport's bra and spandex over her panties. As she pulled the shirt over her head, she noticed a fair haired individual nearby trying his best to avoid looking at those around him, and smirked. Innocence would probably be a rare trait around here, and she doubted many others shared his consideration, making him almost endearing in a way. Kind of like a puppy.
Shaking her head, she got into the line and grabbed her food, nabbing a seat at the nearest open spot, she stared down into the bowl scrutinizingly, before picking the spoon up and slowly ingesting the mysterious substance that was supposed to pass for soup.