He made his way across the roof of the first building when he noticed a fold out chair and a bunch of bottles. He went over to them figuring somebody had been up here drinking and watching the sky before the virus hit. Once he got close he could see that he was in the right direction but wrong about the purpose. It seemed the person who sat in this chair had been making home made molotov cocktails., he could tell by the type of booze that was being used and the way old rags had been stuffed into the bottles. He then looked over the side and was confirmed by the black spots on the street and the burned bodies. Somebody was up here just burning zombies.<br/><br/>He looked at the makeshift bombs and wondered why he hadn't thought of that, he had tons of booze that would do just the trick after all. Then he grabbed a few of the ready made ones and but them in his bag, then he grabbed the Zippo that was sitting on the chair. Just as he was about ready to go a thought occurred to him. Where was the person who had been up here doing this? He wondered as he took a look around, he didn't see any other people there so rather than investigate he decided to move on instead.