We all die in the end

{𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄} drunks

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 a large golf course and in the distance sat a county club. "Golfers like to booze it up, right?" Beth asked, looking back at Daryl.

Sydney smiled at the blonde and shrugged. "Booze and Golf, one of my old foster dad's favorite things." She chuckled, looking towards the building.

Beth sighed, seeing a small herd of walkers heading their way. "Come on." Beth told the two.

The three sprinted up to the building at stopped at the foot of the stairs that led to the front door. "Might be people inside." Beth said as a loud clap of thunder echoed in the distance.

"Let's find out." Sydney muttered, walking up the stairs. The girls stepped over a dead walking and Daryl stopped to search it's pockets.

Beth pushed on the door, trying to get it open but it seemed to have been locked from the other side.

"Come on." Daryl grumbled, picking up a golfclub and taking off around the building.

Sydney and Beth followed not far behind him. They reached another door on the other side of the building and Daryl got his golfclub ready before slowly opening the door.

As soon as they entered the building the familiar smell of rotten corpses filled Sydney's nostrils, a smell she'd never get used to. Hanging from the ceiling a little further into the room was three walkers.

Syd cleared her throat, looking away from the three hanging. "They must've done it before people started to figure out that you turn no matter how you die." She guessed, looking around the room.

Beth made her way over to a table and Sydney followed behind her. Beth picked up two flashlights and handed on to Syd. "Thanks." Sydney smiled a little as Beth picked up a spoon.

"Check it out." Beth turned the spoon over to show Syd what was engraved in it.

"Wow." Sydney hummed, picking up a spoon just like it. "I'm gonna give this to Thea when I see her again. She'll probably think its cool."

"That she would." Beth nodded in agreement. Upon hearing things clatter the two looked over to see Daryl stuffing a bag full of money and jewelry.

"Why are you keeping all that stuff?" Beth asked him.

He looked up at the two but doesn't say anything before looking away. Banging came from the door. "Come on." Daryl muttered and the girls followed him through some blue doors.

It was dark even with the flashlights. They walked into what looked to be the kitchen. Syd grabbed up a can of corn and checked the date.

Her eyes widened, the can in her hands had to be like nearly as old as Daryl. . . however old he was. She dropped the can when she heard Beth struggling in the next room.

She sprinted towards the sound and found Daryl and Beth with a dead walker.

"Thanks for the help." The blonde sarcastically muttered, glaring at Daryl.

"You said you could take care of yourself. You did." The man shrugged and walked back the way they had come from.