First Step on Solid Ground

My boots suddenly felt the hard grit underfoot. I blinked, rolling my shoulders and giving my fingers a quick flex. Right in front of me sat a dusty wooden stand with an old dark monitor resting on top. Stepping forward, I tapped the worn edge of the wooden shelf with one gloved knuckle. It made a crisp clack. Looking around the quiet room, a confident grin spread across my face—ready for whatever comes next.