Graham wasn't actually the one that picked the locations of the satellite dishes. He probably should have had something to do with it.. But he wasn't. Apparently the guy before him had been eaten at some point. You know. By a zombie.
Then Graham came along and had to clean up the guy's technology mess. and deal with these shitty satellite things. On roofs. In the dark. With two big dudes with guns and no brains. That was Graham's opinion.
Hearing the loud crash! Graham glanced up from behind the box of wires that he was currently fumbling around in. Brows furrowed and he gave a look to his two 'bodyguards', who looked equally confused. But before even asking Graham anything, they just instructed for him to "stay there!"
"Wh--but," he stood up and watched as they hurried back through the door that lead to the stairwell back down to ground level. "...wait." He rolled his eyes and sighed, "bloody fantastic. Of course. Ooof course."
Leave the guy with no gun or weapon by himself. On the top of the roof. Sure, he had a box of tools with him-- some would argue that those were weapons. But whatever.
Dropping his screwdriver back into the box of random tools, he gave a bit of a look around. The roof wasn't creepy. Not at all. And it didn't help that the blobby rain was starting to fall again either. This job was going to have to wait. He didn't want to stand out here getting soaked in slime. It wasn't like they didn't hear crashes and strange noises all the time. The two idiots should have just stayed out with him on the roof!
Wandering over to the edge of the roof, he gave a curious look over the edge. Frowning when he spotted a smoking truck plowed into a pole and the back of the vehicle that he'd hitched a ride over in, Graham gave a look back toward the door to the stairwell.
Well that wasn't good.
Moving to close his toolbox and scoop it up, he started back toward the stairs. Pushing his way through the door, he hesitantly started back down to ground level, pausing to lean against the wall and dig his flashlight from his rain coat pocket. Reaching up to push his hood back from off his head, he flipped the flashlight on and pointed the beam of light down the narrow corridor.