On My Own Two Feet

I lay on the carpet, looking up at the towering purple bus. A small pulse stirred inside me—my joints were no longer locked. With firm resolve, I gripped my small weapon, pushed off the textured carpet, and hoisted myself upright. Beside me lay a fallen armored figure, silent and still. I took one steady step forward, reaching out to tap the purple plastic wheel of the bus. It didn't roll away. I am ready.