"Nah," Daryl shook his head. "Betting they ain't using nothing past the 3rd floor in most of these buildings. But especially for the bedding. Probably picked most of the places clean of cloths and food, though. Not sure how far up they cared to go with that here. But might still be some stuff worth keeping."

Especially since it was still locked. Actually, there might be more than a few apartments in the building worth checking out if they were still locked. Meant they might find dead people inside - actual dead and walkers - but also otherwise untouched supplies. Clothes and bedding. Furniture. Toiletries.

When the lock clicked open, Daryl took the handle and turned it quietly, knife raised. He pushed the door open as he went silent and stepped inside. It was brightly lit from the late afternoon sun. Half the windows faced west and covered it all with a golden glow. It was hot and stuffy. Definitely not in use. Kitchen was right up front and based on the plates in the drying rack, probably hadn't been ransacked yet. Didn't look like the owner left in a panic either. Which meant dead right at the start.

Daryl gave a whistle and waited for any noises, groaning or shuffling, to answer back.