A young man bearing two big bags in each hand came walking against Elm and the others. The bags must've been heavy, cause the man's hair was all sweaty.
He had average long, dark brown hair and a newly grown mustache, his eyes were blue.
He wore a thin white shirt and a pair of rough, worn out jeans.
He also wore a small dogtag around his neck, and if anyone had been close enough, they would've been able to tell his name.
His name was Evan Tyler, he had just grown to an age of 22, and this was his first real excavation.
Despite his young age, Evan had taken many degrees in bilology and animal behaviour, an top of that, he was talented in the learnings of the prehistoric.
Now he had come here, hoping to help out. And, what he hoped, get to see dinosaurs.
He stoped and looked around, his eyes wandered trough the camp, and then his eyes stoped at Prof.Elm.
He began walking against him, calling: "Ah, Prof.Elm! I'm..."
He didn't finish his sentence, cause the other second he was lying with his face on the ground, and all his lugage were out of their bags, all spread out.
"Damn it..." he murmured, rose up and wiped away some mud with his hands.
He bent down and started to pick up his stuff again.