Daryl squinted hard at Glenn. Whoever did this to them didn't take their clothes off. Just took their weapons away. Probed. Really, Glenn? Really? Daryl might have had to fight a smile that attempted to tug his lips wide. Resulting in a something of a fish-mouth.

"Uh huh."

Daryl waved at the pile he'd gotten together, "Whoever dropped us, dropped us with boxes of dried foods and water. What people been awake already have grabbed a lot, but there's still too much to haul just one on one. Getting this together so we can haul more for ours off to a camp 'fore night comes. We can send a couple of ours back in the morning to strip whatever's left. There's uh... there's two sets of ruins around. The big one is an old city, surrounded by a wall. 'Bout a day's walk from here. The other's just that way," Daryl pointed off in the direction he'd asked Bucky to scout. "Few hours walk from here by best estimate. Setting up camp there. Looking to find a better spot in the morning."