Daryl joined him a moment later and scanned the terrace. It was in pretty decent condition all things considered. Lots of the water proof sort of patio furniture no one would have reason to move still scattered around. Some of it had blown about in the wind, but it wasn't nothing a half hour of work wouldn't fix. If they cared to do it at all. Planters along the outer line meant they could get their own bit of farming done if they could find seeds or plants to move. And that meant self-sufficiency if things went to shit down below.

Always a contingency one needed to plan for.

Most of the place was flat past the little fence the building had set up to mark the patio's boundaries. On the opposite side of the building was the rooftop access. How people probably got up there back Before. Daryl kicked his way past a couple stray chairs and headed for it, eyes out for any trouble. When he got there, he tried the handle and found it unlocked.

He looked over at Jesus and jerked his head at the door. Indicating he'd open it and let Jesus through first with his knife. Sure sure, the place was supposed to be walker-free, but he wasn't taking chances this high up when people hadn't been using the facilities in who knew how long.