126 Jimmy's Stuff

  "No luck," it came to a close as dust set in. "We better head back," Staxius voiced, Achilles and Undrar were glued to a small shop's window. *Jimmy's Stuff,* the sign vaguely read. It had grown old with the letter S in Stuff practically falling off.

  'Original,' he thought as the girls' stare never left. Staxius stood across the street, in a weird part of town. The atmosphere felt ever so dull and boring – people walked by at infrequent intervals. Most looked dead on the inside, some wore nice clothes but had the face of a zombie. "Staxius," Undrar waved, despite her petite appearance – the voice reached. "Come over here," the yells continued for he was preoccupied with watching the onlookers.