Anatoliy awoke with a sudden jerk, inhaling sharply. "Jesus. forgetin' hate that..." he said as he got out of the bunker, wincing as his arms are in pain. He walks out of the bunk room and outside, stretching. Night slowly was beginning to fall, and a light smog clouded the area. "Gross." he said. walking around with his hands tucked into his flight suit's pockets. He simply walked up and down the strip, looking around, somewhat lost and alone.