"Hell if I know," Daryl shrugs and flips the paper over to have a look at the back. There's a poorly sketched map of settlement. Just the area inside the walls. Enough space for he was guessing a couple hundred people to be comfortable without the buildings being a few stories tall. More with 'em like that. And if they had as much empty space as the one they were currently in, they probably didn't have much more than 150 or so. He could be wrong on that, but he didn't think he was. He was good with those sorts of quick calculations.

Daryl nudged Jesus with his shoulder to get the man moving and once more took point as they headed from the building. He was cautious doing so, of course. Pamphlet in one hand, knife in the other. Every step a wary one.

"Said we're lookin' for the dentist office, right? Think it'll be covered with dancing devil women and neon lights?"

Since Jesus had been going for that Beetlejuice metaphor and all...