lost. . .
He'd tried to avoid another massacre, but it appeared that people were just nasty creatures - and naked children were like some prize for gangs. They were worthless people - and they had more of this... money on hand. Nero had taken it upon himself to take away what the men wouldn't need - then proceeded to dress himself in the least blood stained clothing there was - sure, he'd put it on backwards and was dripping over the awkward fabric as he stepped out, but he was still proud of this minor accomplishment.
A few people stopped to stare at the horned child as he meandered through the streets, eying foods hungrily as he moved along. His stomach growled - what good were these paper things if he couldn't eat them? Money and dollars and nickles and dimes - what were these things.
He pouted and padded to a muffin kiosk, reaching out for one and cringing as the angry shop keeper let out a barrage of complaints. That didn't last too long, as the poor woman was sent flying into the neighbouring pizzaria window. Deciding that the window of oppertunity had opened, the boy merely helped himself to what remained and carried on his way - ignoring the wake of terrified humans and the wail of a siren as he went on.