he sweltering light blinded him. Raising a hand he hooded his eyes as he gazed around, his body was stiff as he worked out the kinks of awakening from cryogenic. It was hot, hotter than he had been expecting when he arrived. Had someone been misinformed or was it simply a hotter day, like they sometimes experienced on Earth? His eyes still scanning, Silas inspected both his surroundings and the people getting off with him, as well as the people already here. He was thankful that he hadn't been among the first, making the terrifying discoveries that he was sure they would have made being the first to step foot to a strange land.

The people were different, he considered, leaning against one of the cargo crates. The lack of technology perhaps? There was still technology being used, of course, but no phones, no sea of faces glued to a screen. People were interacting more and it refreshed him. In time he would probably miss the creature comforts that he had on Earth, but in the moment he felt that this new beginning would be a good one.

"Excuse me," a man interrupted his thoughts, giving a small nod to the crates that Silas leaned against. With a quick sorry Silas moved out the way before turning back to the busy guy.

"Hey, mate, are there any make-shift hospitals or what not around?" Silas inquired, his Australian accent thick. He had been warned at the start that his bags would take longer to arrive, so he was concerned at only having his small first aid kit and no proper medical equipment. The man, tall and appeared hurried, gave him a quick look before pointing out towards the grassy field that lay beyond the drop point.

"Exurbia, the first settlement. I believe someone set up something there? I haven't needed to see a medic yet." Before Silas could continue the conversation with more questions, some of the hundred that could roll of his tongue at any given moment, the man said a quick goodbye before he grabbed one of the smaller crates and trotted off.

"Medic," Silas said, trying the word out. He supposed that they wouldn't need to define between different types of nurses, or even doctors, in a place such as this yet. Any medical qualification would be helpful. Pulling up the small bag that had been handed to him and not part of his own possessions he had a quick look inside, pleased to find basic toileting necessities. Someone had most likely mentioned this before getting onto the ship, but his mind had been almost on the verge of a panic attack as he considered all the possible things that could go wrong with being moved to another planet. Sadly though, not as much as if he had stayed on Earth.

As Silas closed the bag he looked out to the grassy field, seeing makeshift homes in the distance and trees further on. It was wild and he started to regret the fact that he hadn't learned any form of survival besides medical. He should have picked up a hobby in archery, or even running. As the thought popped into his head, a strange roar like noise echoed in the distance. Yes, he definitely should start working on his running stamina.