Rootbagger and I agreed we should head for the ruined city in front of us, if only to take shelter from black clouds spraddled overhead, heavily pregnant with rain which threatened to swamp us at any moment.
As we walked through the outskirts the metal bones of crumbling structures creaked and ululated, tremulous as obstreperous wind bruited howling through the gamut of skeletal frames pointed accusingly at the sky like the broken fingers of a witch’s corpse buried in a shallow grave.
We found a small though reasonably copacetic edifice and, clearing away kludge strewn about its postern, we stepped into the relatively silent darkness of the building’s interior.
“We’ll need to find out where we are and if there are any portals nearby Rootbagger” I said as he took an oil lamp from his backpack, “don’t want to use up what we managed to salvage unless we have to.”
Inspired by this week’s Monday Mixer, using all of the words listed within the 150 word count requirement: –
Things: 1) kludge 2) gamut 3) postern
Verbs: 1) ululate 2) bruit 3) spraddle
Adjectives: 1) copacetic 2) tremulous 3) obstreperous