Even before everytihng had happened, the rooftops had been among Damian's favorite spots in the city, rarely anyone ever came there and you were able to get a good overview of the streets below. Nowadays the rooftops seemed like an even better option to make his way through, walkers were a very rare sight on the rooftops as none of them had the intelligence to climb ladders, most barely even knew how to ascend a flight of stairs. His supplies had run low however, forcing him to move from his sleeping place atop the belltower of a small church on the outskirts of New Orleans. Most of the shops nearby he had already stripped clean. With no small amount of reluctance he increased his search radius, opting for now no to head too deep into the city yet to avoid the large clusters of walkers that surely clogged certain area's. 

Pumping strength into his legs, he burst into a sprint, jumping off of the ledge at the last possible moment. After what seemed like a couple of second, his upper body hit the opposite wall with a thud, managing to swing his arms over the edge before he could slide back off. As well as he had done several times befre, he clambered on top of the next roof. Once he was up, he spared a small moment to look back into the alley he had just leapt over. A couple of walkers had heard his clambering, wailing and groaning up at him as they uselessly scraped their decaying hands over the surface of the wall by attempting to claw up at him. Had he missed his jump, his legs would've been broken and he'd have been subjected to - well, it was probably better not to think about that. If his bearings were correct, he just had to find a way into the building he was on top of right now, which used to be a convenience store. It was the second one he was scavenging today, the first had been looted clean already, most likely during the first few days of the outbreak. His thoughts were interrupted by the loud roar of an engine in the distance, someone who apparantly liked to show off that he was one of te few people that still had transportation like that for some reason. Damian furrowed his brow, either the noise was going to attract herds of walkers, or other survivors to steal the engine. Shaking his head, he decided he wasn't interested in either one of those groups of people, instead fumbling with the hatch into the atic of the store, which took more time and effort to pry open than he would have liked..