Flat was the first one to wake up from his gas-induced slumber. As he did, he immediately checked himself, the others, their supplies, and their weapons. Nothing was missing, nothing was damaged. However, they weren't in the transport pod, rather, they were in Abandoned Airfield Sierra's Hangar.
As the others woke up, they set to work. Flat and Grey would fortify the airfield while Psalm and Charlie hunted game, gathered water, and set traps for anyone trying to climb up to the airfield, which was nicely placed on with a canyon wall, according to the map. The airstrip was above ground while their main base and storage areas were within that canyon wall. A hydraulic elevator aircraft elevator with hydraulic locks was their life line. However, thanks to Grey finding a really beat up variant of the Wright Flyer, the first plane humanity ever soared in, under some debris.
By the time Psalm and Charlie returned with from their hunt, the airfield was looking quite defensible, not to mention both Grey and Flat having made of a list of repairs the Wright Flyer would need. As Flat cooked up some deer and mushroom stew, everyone froze at the sound of echoing marks of slain contestants. It wasn't booms, it wasn't projections, rather, it was messanger crows, who'd speak the names of the recently deceased contestants. It hadn't been a full day yet, and so many contestants had been killed. However, Team Decades agreed to only kill of forced to, otherwise, wounding, injuring, and even maming was their go to tactics. However, as the four examined the island from the large canyon wall they lived in, they quickly notice the island was far bigger than they'd thought.
"It would stand to reason it's bigger, especially if we've get a near function flyer. I'm guessing the other teams have something similiar." Said Grey. His calm demeanor was a god-sent for this team, especially at night. As the day eventually came to a close, Team Decades sealed themselves inside the storage and living quarters area. However, as they tried to get some sleep with Flat taking first watch, every team was violently shot by the bloodcurdling howls and wailing of beasts within the Island's forests. Their howls and wails rattled even the most composted of contestants. "Ah yes, my viewers... that is the all too familiar howls and crys from Entertainment Island very one, Hell Prowlers. Hell Prowlers", explained International Dick, "are wendigos I've bred for combat. They were feed literal tons of booger sugar, and had a bloodlust that drives a pack of them into a feeding frenzy at their first drop of spilled constestant blood." As Dick concluded, the contestants could hardly sleep at such an announcement.
"Booger sugar fueled, packs of bloodthirsty wendigos!?" Panicked Charlie, eyes locked on the floor in front of him. In that moment, Team Decades agreed, no going out after sunset, unless absolutely necessary, and under no circumstances are they to allow anyone inside after dusk, unless unanimously agreed upon.