Chapter 25
We headed down the first hallway. One wall had been stacked haphazardly up to the ceiling with hospital beds. Other furniture littered the floor in pieces, along with loose papers and machinery, some of it so packed together in places that we had to slowly climb our way around it. The smell of animal carcasses and mildew thickened the air.
"Go left. Second door on your right," Bast said.
Near the end of this hallway, a bent wheel on a flipped over wheelchair spun lazily with a squeak. Above it on the wall, someone had scrawled NO TALKING in red letters that dripped down the once-white paint. I shuddered at the reminder, thinking that maybe whoever had written it had learned that rule the hard way.
Hendry held his arm out to block me while he peered left around the next corner.
"All clear," Bast said, "but I'll let you know if that changes."