Her sack was loaded with more than she liked to carry but inside were the strange things called books and the Elder One had drilled into them to never leave books behind once found.
She understood books contained something called ‘words” but didn’t quite understand what the old man meant when he said words had power.
Rounding a bend, she cursed at the sight of one of the immense, mutated lizards that hunted the ruins of what had once been a great city. As it charged, she knew her belt knife would be useless to dissuade it and, lacking any other choice, swung her heavy bundle at its scaly head.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: words.