He gave a nod again, glad that someone had been forward thinking faster than he'd been. Then, Glenn was patting himself down; whoever had patched him up? They'd taken his weapons, too. Daryl's makeshift blade was something he'd have to copy when he got the chance to. "Shit." Was a soft curse, but it didn't carry far or long. Their situation was growing more and more perplexing; still, he followed Daryl after the pat on the stomach came. Listening to the other man as he spoke; trying to get his bearings as he trailed after Daryl and ducked under the lifted wires when they reached them. Glancing around at the space they were in; taking everything in the best that he could.

He'd already slung the backpack he'd picked up over his shoulder, not needing to be told twice on that. So, none of their family had been found yet - outside of the two of them, but if Daryl found people he already thought well of? That was a good sign; another silver lining along the cloud they found themselves under. "Does anyone know what exactly all of this is about, how we got here? Speculations, at least? I don't remember anything..." Not after sitting next to Nicholas, still wondering if he should just end the man.