Chapter 5 - The Caravan "And After the Storm"
New Mexico listened to Hank's advice concerning Bohannon etc, having no reason not to agree with the older guy, who'd done right by him all along since they'd been together in the Caravan. It was useful advice, focusing on the here and now, which was all they ever had anymore, which used to be all Mexeeco needed, but might not have been enough anymore. "You're right, you're right. I will.." In spite of his own issues, he knew he had to be responsible and watch out for the few of them they had left at that moment. Like a wayward thread from a bedraggled sweater, all they needed was a good pull to come undone. "Eventually there need to be rules, we can't just keep ignoring when people in our group just go and murder one another, can we?" He mentioned quietly to Hank, the circumstances of Brady's disappearance among others not sitting well with him, but he wasn't in charge, and didn't want to be.
Further up from the group, coming to the logjam of vehicles, NM joined Hank in meandering through or over a couple. They tried to gain some sight of what lay ahead, similarly unwilling to mountain climb possibly alarm ridden cars, broken glass, or groping undead arms. Finding a cube truck with Hank, New Mexico took on one of the bags they found from Hank as the other asked about his old, not so old injury. "I've noticed over time that this big patch of numbness there hasn't gone away." He answered, guarding his emotions a little, but not well from someone like Hank, well practiced at reading his own brother. "I.. I kind of worry that I'll cut myself, or, or get a bite or scratch from a walker and not notice." The teen frowned, brow furrowing briefly in thought when they heard Lorenzo call out. On the bright side, Hank had spotted supplies, even if they were scant, they were a bonanza to the group at this time.
Making their way back, he was glad that Hank had spotted the Cube so they had something to contribute to the group. "Hank spotted the Cube truck with this stuff. Its a good find, considering what we lost. I think I saw a police van further up, it had some D-E-something acronym on the side."