Make it Till You Don't

Give the Girl a Drink

"Golfers like to booze it up, right?" Beth turned to us, confused about her own question.

"I don't see why not. To play a sport like this you gotta be drunk." I mumbled, glancing out at the golf course as I saw Walkers, gesturing to them. "Looks like we got company."

We made our way to the country club building, stopping at the entrance. "Might be people inside." Beth suggested before trying to open the doors, only to find them locked.

"Maybe the side or back door then?" I proposed, earning a nod from Daryl as he led us around the building. Daryl held up a golf club he picked up, going to open the door.

I gripped the knife in my hand, keeping an eye behind us as he opened the door. "Come on." I followed after the two, closing the door behind us.

Glancing around, it looked like someone or a group set up camp here for quite a while. Glancing to the other side of the room, I saw people hanging from the ceiling, although they were Walkers now.

"Looks like they opted out. From the looks of it, they've been dead for a while now." I grumbled as Daryl got a flashlight, pointing it in their direction.

"Someone else said that once. 'Bout opting out." Daryl replied, glancing around as we saw more bodies strewn across the floor.

I glanced around the room as I heard the sound of change, glancing behind me to see Daryl stuffing a purse with jewelry and money. "Seriously?"

"Why are you keeping all that stuff?" Beth asked him, seeming to notice what he was doing too. He didn't answer as he kept stuffing the bag before the sound of growling and banging on the door interrupted us.

Daryl threw the bag over his shoulder, grabbing his bow once more. "Come on."

Rushing out of the room, we made our way further into the building. We made our way into the kitchen as I glanced around, when something caught my eye. "Hell yes!" I exclaimed, causing Beth to look in my direction.

"What? Is it booze?" She asked.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "No, but I found me a new weapon." I gleamed, holding a machete up. "Must've belonged to one of those people in the other room." She shook her head at me and continued forward as I turned to see Daryl glancing at me. "What?"

Not saying another word, we continued what we were doing when I heard a growl and Beth struggling. Rushing out the room, I saw Beth killing a Walker with what looked like a wine bottle as Daryl stood there.

"Thanks for the help." Beth told Daryl as he just glanced at the Walker.

"You said you could take care of yourself. You did" He told her, referring to earlier before walking past me back to where we came from.

I grabbed Beth's arm, gesturing for me her to come along as we followed Daryl down a staircase. Crawling under a fallen case, we came to another room with clothing.

I took the opportunity to look around as Beth changed shirts. "Sucks to be her..." I trailed off, looking at a mannequin with the top half of a Walker on it as Daryl sat down.

Beth came out and began covering it up more with the cover it had on. "Help me take her down." Beth spoke up, glancing over to us.

"It don't matter. She's dead." Daryl told her.

"It does matter." She told him.

Daryl stood up and grabbed a towel. "Here." He threw the towel over it, covering it up before we made our way out the room.

As we walked down a hall, a grandfather clock began to chime as we came around a corner, seeing two Walkers approaching. "Move." Daryl told us as we went in a different direction only to see two more coming our way.