There was a black cloth over his body. He didn't know how it got there. As he startled from his unconsciousness, Marcus made some involuntary noise of distress, which rang clearly in the stillness of the surrounding area, and he reached for something, anything to help him lift himself. His heart pounded within its skeletal cage with such a force that it shook him, sending pure adrenaline through his veins. His throat seized.
No. Don't get up. Perhaps they still think you're dead.