[b]Damian - Rooftop, way back to the church - Holly, Rob [/b]
Damian briefly looked at Holly as if she was stupid, clearing the entire city seemed like a hopelessly naïve goal. While he wasn't aware of how many people New Orleans had originally inhabitated, he was certain it would take far too long to clear out every single walker in the streets, there were tens, hundreds of thousands by his rough estimate, nearly every inhabitant of the city had turned. Those that hadn't provedan even greater threat, he was sure that there'd be several survivors wiling to stand in their way. He sighed and shook his head.
 [i]"I've only managed to haul one matress up there, I prefer to sleep off of the grond level, makes it harder for walkers to reach you if they'd managed to get in. The windows of the chruch have been boarded up, but it's not guarantee. There should be enough cushions from the benches and maybe even an odd blanket around if you care to look hard enough."[/i] 
He didn't bother to wait for Holly to head down the ladder herself, like so many other things these days, chivalry was truly dead. Not that Damian had ever truly ben introduced to the idea of chivalry properly even before everything went to hell, but had he bee, there was little doubt that there'd be nothing left of it by now from surviving in such a harsh an lethal environment.

Admittedly, he wasn't overly excited about peple feasting on his supplies and sleeping under the same roof as him if they proved to be dishonest, but a life without human interaction was hardly a life at all, so he made his peace with it for the time being, he could always change his mind afterwards. Taking the lead, he walked off briskly in the direction of the church, trusting Holly and Rob to follow close behind. He had learned that standing still too long with your back exposed o walking too slowly left oyu an easy talking for a walker that thought your neck was a tasty bit of meat. It was safer now with someone watching his back now, he realised, another benefit of a group, he supposed. 
His route took them through as much back alleys as he could, The streets were still infested, and there was less chance of walking into a zombie where normally humans wouldn't wander as much either. 

A walker that looked as if he could have been Damian's grandfather if his face wasn't crawling with maggots groaned up from behind a dumpster as he spotted the group heading towards him, but with one blade stabbed into his sternum to keep his grasping arms at bay, and the other blade brought in a firm horizontal slash that seperated half of skull from his jaw, Damian made short work of him, at the expense of getting some disgustingly smelling, caked dead man's blood on his shirt though, at which he grunted in dismay. 

Before he managed to reflect on this however, his thoughts were interrupted by a gunshot, coming straight from the direction of the church. [i]"Damn it![/i] He cursed, bursting into a jog to traverse the last distance before the church came into view. He was only just in time to see the group of raiders slam open the doors and head inside, blasting at everything that might have been there. Damian supposed he had to count himself lucky that he hadn't been there when the raiders began. As good as his swords were against walkers, they weren't as effective against guns. His throwing knives might prove better, but it still wasn't the same as a gun. Up until now, he had always aoided other survivors or the ones that he hadn't been able to avoid didn't have guns. Now he knew where they all went. Keeping his voice down, Damian cursed several more times, unable to have done a headcount of the raiders even. [I] All of my things are in there, things I worked months to gather! [/i] He gestured angrily with the tip of his bloodied blade towards the entrance of the church, glancing over his shoulder towards Rob and Holly to read their expressions and opinions. Grimacing, he looked back towards the bell tower,where a person was making a lot of noise towards them.If they could hear him, the raiders probably too. in Damian's mind he was little better than the raiders though, he too had been in his hideout, probably stealing his things. There was no telling on how many walkers would be attracted to so many gunfire and shouting either. This was bad.