21
Xander’s Gang
“Gonna find my castle where I am KING!” Xander yelled out loud to the sky at large, trying his best to stomp heavy footprints into the dust.
As he strolled down the god-forsaken “street,” he marveled at the crude scenery. Burned out trees resembled giant, goblin specters, their shadows deepening the gloom that pervaded empty pathways. Dried leaves scuttled by, for some reason in a hurry to get where they were going. Another wounded building defied gravity, but it rose up proudly on the left, nevertheless. Multi-storied, its oxidized front door was no longer attached to the structure, but resting on its hinges, sideways, a ballerina on point. Might as well check this out for a residence. At least it’s central. He ducked his head inside the open door but couldn’t resist t
