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


Sasha found himself in the cafeteria, eating a bowl of what he thought was chili. It was pretty runny, and this was his second bowl, but he felt bad asking for more. The food supply was running low from what he'd heard. Hopefully, once the gates opened again, they could do some hunting.

The large man handled his spoon as if it were a newborn child. He hadn't quite mastered his newfound strength yet, but he hadn't broken anything in a couple days. That was a record he'd like to keep.

Sasha sat by himself at one of the ends of a long table. He hadn't done much socializing around the bunker. Part of him was afraid that, if he did, he would get too attached to the people there. He couldn't afford to be hurt again.

Suddenly, a wave of unease washed over him. Sasha dropped his spoon in his bowl as the feeling on dread settled in his stomach. What if the pirates got in and repeated their atrocities? What if he couldn't stop them? Then, just as soon as if had come, the feeling passed. 

Sasha glanced around the see that a few other people had paused as well. This place was getting stranger by the minute.