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[color=#5F755E][h2]Sasha Belov[/h2][/color][/center]

Sasha sat on his bed for a moment after the young woman left. Then, finally, he stood and picked up the fresh clothes to put them on. Once he was dressed, he sat back down on the edge of his bed. Sasha wiped a hand down his face, then rested his chin in his palm. He stared at the wall for a solid ten minutes, his mind wandering back over the last few days and the horrors he had encountered. 

He didn't realize it right away when the tear began to roll down his face, but once he did, he didn't care. He had every right to be upset. The only consolation he had was that he'd made it here in time to warn them before the same thing happened again. 

Sasha laid back down on the bed, pulling the blanket over most of him. He laid there for the majority of the day, sleeping it off.

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Five days later, Sasha was well recovered. He had overcome his sickness and dehydration, and was stronger than ever. Like, unnaturally so. Sasha had discovered this new strength after trying to open a door that stuck slightly, only to tear it off it's henges. He had been very careful after that, trying his best not to damage things. 

After a few days, others began to get strange abilities as well. It seemed like a survival mechanism. A strange one, but effective. The commander and Sasha spoke a few more times. When the doors were planned to be open, he wanted Sasha present to help defend the bunker if need be.