Nero Sparda and The Rest of Society

Safe-Room To Deja Vu

Nero sat in his part of the room. He acted as though he were ignorant. But he heard everything.

"We should let him stay, we just sit back, relax, and the zombies are dead." Zoey said. Looking back at Nero who sat against the wall, his legs laid out. Looking down at his revolver as he cleaned it with a wet napkin. Great he didn't have eavesdropping ears.

Francis didn't like the whole aspect of this guy. He was the bitching type of guy with an attitude. It reminded him of him just then as he thought that.

"Hold on Zoey. You heard what he said. God must've sent this thing, or whatever the fuck he was to kill survivors, end the world. His arm says it all." Francis not seeing the grin of a man who would've once felt shamed of himself as he killed the speaker due to his insolence.

"No dumbass he would've done it already." Zoey rolling her eyes, exaggerating it as she did so.

"The Devil's son is supposed to be a liar like him. Anyway we can't trust new soldiers on the ground war." Francis said.

"You can't be serious Francis. He's a fine gentleman." Bill on the drop of conversation.

"If he's a Demon we can't trust him." Francis backing out as Francis did.

"You should talk to him, find out more about him." Louis pointing his finger at her.

The Safe-Room was covered in either fresh red blood, or decrepit and old blood. As per usual. But what wasn't there for most Safe-Rooms were this man. Zoey thought.

"Why me? You go." Zoey said.

"Eh it's fine." Louis walking to talk to the man.

"So what's you're story. The past?" Louis fixing himself into the same position as Nero. Zoey sat down on the other side.

"It's ok you can trust us." Zoey making sure to not overbear too somber and as well as friendly tone.

"Most people carry beliefs. The bible to a Demon could often have percs, as some guys go ahead and is praised for fighting back against Demons. Most people were too scared of me. Shunned from them like some specie ism type deal. By the way thanks for defending me guys." Nero savoring their eye popped reactions.

"Were all people like that?" Zoey asked.

"Nope. I was taught how to fight. I never knew how holding back could be so difficult. There was no sparring, it would've led to their quick short fuse or something. Most people in my town praised Demons. But a man who led everything turned out to be a bigger Demon than me, a monster. That's when everything fell apart. All their beliefs found to be either as lies, or half true, or rare loyal. I skipped outta town because of the hatred I received just for existing. I mean come on, no one's racist but until they meet me." Nero stated.

"Sorry that happened." Louis's tone more weak and lower.

"Sorry you guys went through an apocalypse." Nero sent back.

"I always felt like everyone around me was a stranger. I needed to know it was ok for a dream to happen. But bills and told 'that's stupid, get a job, not a movie career. I spent my last days with my family hating them." Zoey said.

"Damn. sheesh, that's terrible." Nero said.

"I always got treated differently from racists. I was mostly found to be the quiet guy. In the office people kept their distance because I had the higher titles." Louis downing a pill for sleep.

"We all went through something. That's what life is about." Nero realizing it.

They said their good byes, 'see you later.' Nero lost all expressions besides confusion. His ears perked up as he sharply turned to Zoey. He rocketed towards her, catching her in his arms. He rotated, so the fall punched his back. Just then a door flew off it's hinges flying off above them. Zoey planted her hands next to his head. She stared eyes wide.

"Who the hell are you?" Nero replied.

"That's none of your business. Sorry I broke the door." The man said.

"You could've killed me." Zoey started shooting a few bullets at  the Man, the bullet  ricocheted off the door's metal. Nero threw his sword at the guy. The man caught it with his hand, the machinery doing so automatically. As he removed it from his face, he witnessed a knuckled up fist hitting him in the face. And the man fell. After flying 26 feet from the door.

This guy in the suit of armor or robot, was about to get his or its teeth kicked in.