Testing the Ground

Stiffness faded from my fingers first. I flexed them against the rough weave beneath my back, feeling the tension give way. I stayed low, scanning the folds of the cloth. Right next to me lay another figure, entirely still in a green shirt. Carefully, I reached out and nudged the edge of his sleeve with one finger. Solid and unmoving. I drew my hand back, keeping quiet and alert against the grey fabric.