Boot Rack Bastion

Stomped past the bristled mat and hit an iron-framed mountain. Tower of heavy black treads stacked right by the gate! Grabbed the thick rubber sole of a massive outdoor work boot and hauled my bulk up. Dense tread, smell of grease and wet grit—proper rugged gear! I wedged my weapon barrel against a metal eyelet, braced hard, and hauled up to the second shelf. Found a heavy cast-iron shoehorn lying flat like a broadsword. Clanged my boot right against the cold metal. Solid clink! Claimed the top leather ridge as my observation post.