The attitude change was not completely surprising, considering the breakdown James had earlier. Nor was the description of the city. Former survivor strongholds tended to be like that. The bodies decomposing and presumably not moving, on the other hand. That was new. More worrisome than whatever else was going on.

Daryl nodded slowly, moving in close to James. He stood like he was talking casually, but was close enough that their voices couldn't carry far if anyone decided to watch. The amount of supplies Daryl was piling onto the make-shift sled could easily have drawn unwanted attention. Though with as many of the people moving off as there were, it wasn't as likely as it would have been not even a half-hour before.

"At ease," Daryl murmurer, voice low and slow. He was definitely taking James' report at face value. He gestured to where he'd seen a few people head off, "There's some ruins a little closer off that way. Heading there for the evening. We can investigate the ones you were looking at in the morning when we got more daylight ahead of us. Gonna need to pay attention to the corpses. Make sure they ain't getting back up, specially if there're as many as you say."

He turned and scanned the area, spotting the back of the the guy he'd seen James hug after pinning to a tree. Daryl brought his hand up to James' chest, fingers pressing lightly before sliding to the side to indicate the direction of the person he was talking about, "That guy. He a friend of yours?"