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.
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.