Paul doesn't know either. Anyway he's not good at maps so this is a little better than what he could do but in any case he gets the gist of it and he can gauge population caps and all at about the same level as Daryl so they come to the same conclusions - with the size of their gardens they're either living under capacity, have a lot of outside food, or are struggling to maintain.

He lets himself be nudged along then keeps watch after Daryl as he follows him, knife in hand. A couple of people are out and about but don't seem too worried by the two grown men looking angry and alarmed and holding knives - they must be used to it.

"Right, the dentist." A beat. "Not my scene if it's dancing devil women, though." No, it sure isn't. "Hopefully the doctor will have more answers than this pamphlet. I'm glad to know they have a doctor on hand."

Lo and behold: the dentist's office.