Anders slowly slipped back into consciousness. His body had relaxed after passing out so he had sustained no further damage from the landing. However he was still in a bad way. His head was still ringing from the blow it had taken earlier. Disorientated from the pain he fumbled with his partially done up seat restraints, struggling for a moment, before finally unclasping it. Now free he struggle to his feet and clasped one hand to his forehead. The blood had stopped flowing and was drying. The majority of his face was caked in it. 
[i] Pull it together Eugene. [/i] 
Anders took a moment to clear his head. 
He surveyed the scene. Some of the others had found a way out. Others were nursing their own wounds. One girl stood babbling over the corpse of a boy. 
[i] Medical Supplies. Medical Supplies. There must be some around here somewhere. [/i]
Priority number one was survival. His survival. Securing and controlling any medical supplies would be invaluable and a great bargaining tool if any of the others became hostile. 
He pushed past several other kids towards the back of the shuttle towards what looked like a supply area. Surely the Ark hadn't sent them down here without anything.