"You've seen that happen?" Where he's from, a lot of the time memory was all they had left. Merle, Beth, people that held weight whether he liked it or not. The whole world was ugly, so it wasn't a far stretch to assume this one was too. Whatever it was, afterlife or coma dream.

"You got any idea how the selection process works? Or do these dicks have their fingers in way too many pies?" So far, after surveying the crowd, he hasn't seen a lot of the same. Too many differences between folks for him to think there were patterns and nobody he recognized yet, Daryl didn't know if that was comforting or not. The whole idea of this place was a bad joke, and he knew people like Michonne- Like Rick, hell, even Carol would enjoy the sick sense of humor. It beats walking corpses any day.