A Firm Grip

Stiffness left my joints. My weight settled firmly onto the planked wood beneath my boots. Across the open surface, large beasts stood motionless, their jaws agape in frozen menace. I did not flinch. Stepping forward, I extended a hand and gripped the cold bumper of the overturned rover at my side. The metal shifted with a dull clatter. I have strength here. I remain vigilant.