Nero had the binoculars at face level, the wind gentle whipped at him as he stood upon the old general appliance store, down below him a couple Walkers were making their way up the road. They were young, probably 15 at best and worst they looked like fresh walkers which was never a good sign for Nero. Not that their being young saddened him, that had been something he had to come to terms with, but because fresh walkers meant that there would be more somewhere else. If he had learned one thing over these long four years it was that walkers tended to group together, it was not common to see two alone like this unless the group itself was attacked and these two happened to escape... or the aggressors got eaten or turned. That was sort of the thing now and days, choices were slim for how one becomes a walker, it was in the end always the same story just a different name, different face. The last four years had bee rough on the ex-CIA analyst, especially the year that had just passed, things were getting harder now, food was almost a thing of the past and people... the people were now nothing more then groups of raping thugs. Nero had seen the evil in men this past year and the terrible things they could do, it wasn't his first time yet it made it no easier to watch in the end. No matter how many battles he had been in back in the Italian army, nothing could prepare you for this kind of killing.

Nero slowly raised his free hand and pulled the dieing cigarette from his mouth, just a mere butt now he let out a puff of smoke as he tossed the butt of the cigarette aside and lowered the binoculars and then placed them in his black bag. Zipping it up he put it around his shoulders and clasped it in the front securing it. Making his way to the beaten up fire escape on the side of the building Nero made his way to ground level, looking in both direction he made sure no Walkers were near him and then made his way to the street he had just been viewing. Slowly he removed the sword from its sheath, the sword zinged on the metal of the sheath as he approached the two young walkers in front of him. He would not leave them to walk around, not as much because he felt sorry they were so young, but more or less so they did not find fresh meat of others to change.

"Hey..."

Nero spoke in a half american half Italian accented voice as the walkers in front of him slowly turned to face him. They both let out a slightly gurgled noise and turned coming back down the street towards him. Nero waited silently for them to make their way to him, he held no such fear for them, not anymore, it had been far too long in the making for him to fear them now. The first one rounded him quick, the young boy outstretched his arms as if to embrace Nero, however with one zing of the sword in his hand Nero decapitated the boys head as it went rolling away into the street, the body fell to the ground, the blood leaking from the now open neck. The second walker a young girl of the same age made a grab for Nero, but with another swing of his sword he slashed off the arm that reached for him, and then in one half 360 Nero side stepped and slashed one more time, the girls head went flying off like the boys and smacked the ground rolling away. Nero slowly sheathed the sword with on last zing as he stood their for a moment, the heads had been went in the same direction and were slowly still trying to bite even though they could get nothing. Nero did not even care to kill the disemboweled heads, they were no threat anymore to him or anyone else.

Nero turned on the bodies and walked in the opposite direction, in that small moment he wondered if these two had been together with each other before they died. It seemed very likely in reality, it would explain why they were together alone but not in a group. If he had to guess he would say one of them turned, and the other one in grief could not bare to do what need to be done, and in doing got bite so they could be together forever. Maybe it was just because Nero was old that such thoughts came through his mind, he was going on fifty one in only mere months, he found himself trying to figure out useless things like this more and more now and days. Although he thought it was merely because it was the only way to keep his sanity was to justify what had happened. If he wanted to admit it or not Nero was slowly losing sight of his morals in this sick and twisted world, the longer he went on, the worse he felt in the end, the more he felt like his mind was slipping away to somewhere he knew he could not come back from. An it was in moments like this when he could see his son so clear in his mind, he remembered it all like it had only happened yesterday and it haunted him like a bad nightmare that would not go away, the one time he had failed and he wished everyday could die, but he had promised to live on whatever that meant now... a promise to his dieing son so very long ago now...



Nero remembered his promise very well, and more often then not it kept him alive through the painful grief he held. His son had died not to long after that a couple hours perhaps and Nero had stayed by his side until he passed. After their death Nero set his old home on fire, he could not stand to shoot his son in the head, but he could not stand to see him become a walker either. An through bad or worse Nero was keeping the promise he kept to his dieing son, that was the only real reason he had for living anymore. Some might see it as sad, but in such desperate times, it was as good as anything in the end.

It had already been 2-3 months since Nadia awoke from her coma. Ever since she woke up, she wished it had been a dream-no, a nightmare- all along. Waking up to find the hospital deserted was one thing. To find out it had been boarded up from outside was another. Once she was able to escape the hospital, she had an eerie feeling about everything. When she reached her house, the stench of rotten flesh and blood hit her first. She shivered as she remembered the first one of them that she had to kill. Her own mother. Somewhere in her mind she knew something was wrong and when her mother attacked her, her first reaction was to defened herself. Next was to grab what she could and run for it.

As she remembered what had happened, Nadia could feel tears forming in her eyes. It felt like yesterday when everything was normal. For now, hiding out in rooftops seemed to be a good hiding spots from whatever it was that kept trying to attack her. She crouched at the edge of the rooftop, wondering how long she would last, how much longer until she might turn into one of those things. Hearing someone saying 'hey' from below, Nadia immediately went to see who said that. In the few months, Nadia had never heard the sound of a living human being.

Looking down, she saw a man that looked around 40-50 years old and she watched as the of those things went near to him. The rooftop she was on was quite near to where the man was and Nadia ensures that she was quiet while she watched him. Seeing him slice their heads so easily, Nadia's eyes widen and she accidentally dropped her bag from the rooftop as she had placed it near the edge for some reason. She gasped softly as she watch im horror as her bag fell, making a 'thud' sound as it hit the ground below.

"oh were in a convoy rocking through the night" SLAP "AINT SHE A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT" BANG. he looked up to see the man holding the gun to his head "good morning, how was the day." he looked around at the cloth and the sgt's uniform. "have you found hi yet?" the truck hit a bump and he smacked his head in the ceiling. he smiled through the bloody teeth, "now, what will you do with me now?". "IM GONNA SMACK YOUR FACE BOY" with that the truck hit another bump and he fell out the back onto the road.

the chair shattered and he rolled away from the Jeeps heading towards him. "bye everyone" he waved and ran into an ally

The sound of a thud was evident, Nero stopped walking when he heard the noise, turning around he viewed the street behind him. It seemed empty enough, however random noises did not usually just present themselves out of no where now an days. Several scenarios hit his mind at that moment, but the one that seemed most likely was that either one someone was nearby or a walker had stumbled somewhere, but Nero was more or less cautious either way. Pulling out one of his Beretta's he pulled back the trigger and walked back down the street a small ways and took a look around, he was almost back near the store top he had been standing on only moments ago, letting his eye's scan the area he happened upon something on the ground up in the distance. Approaching it silently he bent down taking a look, it was an old bag, Nero opened the bag silently there didn't appear to be much in it besides a package of cookies, a lunchbox, and a small amount on medical supplies. Opening the lunch box it seemed to contain a large amount of uncooked rice in it. Nero slowly looked around but saw no one, which meant that someone was around here on one of the roofs possibly. Nero placed the items back in the bag and closed it grabbing it from the ground.

Obviously this was not some kind of booby trap or it would have already been set off, which meant that this bag here must have been and accident or a clever ruse to try and get his guard down, one of the two. Walking back out street level Nero viewed the tops of the buildings especially the one that was close to the dropped bag but it seemed whoever was here was gone or hiding from him. Nero sighed as he was not really in the mood for playing children games today, the memories of his son still fresh now on his mind from before. He spoke loudly to anyone to hear nearby, risky but he had not much to lose at this point.

"I know someone is around here, obviously this is your bag, so there are two solutions to this, one you can come out of hiding and retrieve your bag which I won't harm you if you don't try to harm me. Option two is I take your bag while you hide and disappear down the street. Either way it goes whoever you are your out your small amount of supplies if you do nothing, so can we not play hiding games and be civilized."

Nero pointed his gun at the building closest to where the bag dropped just to be careful that this truly was not some kind of trap and waited.

I really need a bag for this. Alistair was grabbing around, and finally found his sleeping bag. Better get outta here, work on my list. He stepped out of the restaurant he had been in for the past week. He looked around, wondering where to go. He decided to walk down a nice road, well, as nice as it could get in THIS He soon realised why this place was so bare though, as he saw a car. The car had a worn out yellow, covered in rust and all that. Great!There might be some stuff in there. He went up to the door... and it was unlocked. Alistair stared at the door in horror. He knew, that most people would've locked the doors to get away from the menace. So, this was either a trap, so someone was stupid as hell. Couldn't hurt too try... Alistair opened the door.

Hmm, nothing ther- Alistair saw a hand at the back of the car. He didn't know what type of hand it was, he just wouldn't risk it. He bounced back on his, well, back. "God, what the hell?" Alistair may be a bit screwed up, but he had no idea this would happen. He picked up his equipment and ran back up the street, turning and sprinting back down the opposite street.

John was in the nearest forest o the town. He was hunting and checking all traps. When this madness began, whole his live was changed insanely. In the past his bow was only a hobby. Now it was his weapon. Without it probably he would die. First trap was empty. Bowman wasn't happy but he had to go to the next. Today he didn't find any zombies. That was good information. No risk to lose priceless arrows. No risk to lose life. But for a long time he didn' see any people too. He was very lonely. His family...

That's a long history, but it came back to his head again and again. He saw two deaths of his family. One time did it walkers. Second time he did it. He arrived to the town as speed as he could do it, but it was too late. His family was inside their home. Around the house was loads of Walkers. He couldn't do anything. He could only looking how walkers are destroying doors and windows and then killing his wife and little child. Then he left this area and went to other side of this town, where was less amount of zombies. But everyday he came back to this place and was looking at his home. He eliminate walkers slowly. He killed only few a day. But one day there weren't so many zombies in this area and he could go to his home and take some photos and other things connected with his family. He went to his child room... and he found little zombie. It was his child obviously. But in the past. Now it was empty shell, so he killed it. That was very hard decision for him, but he did it. It wasn't the end of the hard decisions this day, because when he was leaving his home, he've seen his wife, with only three other zombies. He took first arrow, and shot directly to her head. Then he killed other zombies. He took his arrows and back home.

When he was thinking about past times, he didn't see walkers who was very close to him know. One attacked him. He was very surprised, bu he took one arrow and attacked walker with it. Then he shot to the next walker, killing him with one arrow. Third zombie was behind him and atacked him at this moment. He turned to his face and kicked him knocking his down. Then he punched his head. He took all his arrows and went to the town. He had too many adventures this day. When he was near the center of the town, he heard some voices. He decided to check it. And he saw a man. First man since few months.

Nadia had hidden, trembling slightly after she heard her bag dropped. She heard the man's voice clearly and she peeked from the edge of the rooftop, only the top part of her head and her eyes showing. "U-uhm" Nadia said, loud enough for the man to hear her, her voice shaking. She looked at the gun that was pointing her way and knew it was not a fake one. She took a deep breath and tried to stop her voice from shaking so much. "P-please wait while I g-get there" she continued.

Nadia looked over the edge of the rooftop and saw a ladder that reached to the bottom floor, but not quite near the ground. She went down the ladder slowly, shaking a little as she went down, hoping the man wouldn't think she was one of those kind that he had killed and shoot her. As she went down, she could hear the ladder creak a little and her hand could feel the rust on the ladder. Once she reached the end of the ladder, she looked down at the ground and reckoned that if jumped from there it wouldn't be so bad. She jumped and landed in the ground, feeling the shock go up her leg and she winced.

Going towards the man, whom looked huge now that she was closer to him, she trembled slightly and looked up at him. "I-I'm sorry.. I-I didn't mean to drop my bag" she said softly, her voice shaking again. She looked at him with wide, scared eyes and reached out slowly for her bag

he kept jogging down the ally, 'thud' he heard it. it wasn't close but it exsisted. "hello" he called out. he enjoyed the sound of the voice bouncing back "hello," he smiled and looked for a bike... or a person. "anyone there"

Bowman saw whole situation. He decided to wait for reaktion of this man. If it will be positive he'll go to him and talk with other human. If negative he will go to his home and he'll live alone again. Without anu friends to talk with... He haven't got even any pets. He would give everything for a dog actually. But now he was sitting behind the bush and listenig to "conversation."

Alistair finally stopped and leaned against a wall. He felt horrid and was attempting to catch his breath, he knew it might get him killed, but he couldn't help it. He sat back and gathered his thoughts, he needed a place to stay. He stood up, still huffing. "Okay, just find someone who doesn't look like a killer, because then killing them would be easier."

Nero watched the roof silently, when his eye's caught movement he re positioned his gun, it was small movement none the less he now knew exactly where this person was and was ready to shoot if it had to be that way. However the young voice he heard calling out to him was wracked with fear, seeing her from a distance he realized that she was a young girl of perhaps 16 or 17. Nero lowered the gun slightly but not completely, he wasn't so sure she was as scared as she seemed, it was actually a good trick for raiders, send an innocent seeming scared girl out to put someone off their defense, and when they drop their defense the others rush out to apprehend and kill then loot. It was a sick twisted trick but it had become common and most times it worked but Nero wasn't going to be someones next victim.

Watching the young woman she slowly made her way down the fire escape after bading him to stay there while she came down. Nero silently waited for her, when she reached the bottom she dropped from the bottom of the ladder and landed a bit off, the wince of pain on her face clarified that much. As she approached him she was quite small in respects and the obvious fear she had on her face seemed real enough. Nero slowly lowered the gun as she spoke in a soft voice reaching out shakily for her bag, Nero pulled the bag down from his shoulder and slowly gave it to her. Nero completely lowered his gun but did not put it back in its holster but merely kept it reach to fire at a moments notice. It truly didn't seem like she was trying to trick him, or try anything, she just seemed like a scared shit less young girl who was hiding out on the roofs.

"I won't hurt you girl so you don't have to be so shaky. I have not come this far for four years to hurt innocent young teenagers trust me when I say that."

Nero was a tad cold in his speaking, however he made his words neutral enough to try and calm her shaky demeanor.

"What were you doing on that roof?"

Nero kept his concentration on the young girl and never noticed someone calling out in the distance.

Huh, no where to go, I should just sit down for a bit. Alistair walked down a street and finally sit down, however, he took his knife out. They aren't going to find me. Alistair sighed, he put the sleeping bag over him, but didn't get inside it.

Bowman knew that he shouldn't go to them before the coversation will ends but there were only two posibilities:
-man is good and there is no risk
-man is bad and John must save the girl
However he went to them and told: "Hi. I'm John Blacksmith. I didn't see here anyone since few months. Thanks god, you are here now. I was dying here alone!"

I should find someone, why are you wasting your time? Alistair drew his knife, which he had set down. He knew the best way to find people would probably be to whistle. So he whistled the tune "Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life" as he walked along.

"oh were all in a convoy rocking through the night." he smiled, "OH AINT SHE A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT" he was singing loader. hoping he would find a soul to converse with who wouldent kidnap him and ask questions. he heard a tune and followed it, praying it wasnt a trap.

Alistair gripped his knife tighter, whistling louder and louder. He was running out of breath. HURRY THE HELL UP, SOMEONE!

"W-wait four years..?" Nadia said, looking rather shocked. "This thing has been going on for four years?!" Nadia asked, her eyes wide. The shocking truth made her forget her fright. Nadia thought to herself for a quick moment and realized that she was already 17. She then looked at him again. " I was hiding up there from those things.." Nadia answered his question, pointing at the boy and girl whom the man had sliced.

Hearing another voice, Nadia looked around and hid behind the big man. "W-who is that? " she asked, feeling scared again.
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he started skipping down the ally, "oh i do like this town, its very quaint" he went round a corner and saw a guy holding a knife. "hello, freindo"

Bowman show his empty hands. "Don't worry. I am John Blaksmith, but friends call me Bowman. Called. Actually I have no friends, and live here alone. I had to talk with you, because I was nearly madness. I can't live wihout talking without oher people. How long were you here?"

"Friendo, huh?" Alistair turned round, and a glint of his eye made him gulp. What the hell is this gettup? "Who are you?"