18th Piece

This is the 16th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

We walk through the hallways stopping at every other door. There are doors covered in everything, from teddy bears, to guns, to flowers, even just solid rock. How that last one is even possible I don’t know. He has a routine for each door though, first he cracks one open, looks back and forth, makes a hand gesture even I can’t describe, and walks back out. We seem to be heading toward the infirmary but he can’t possibly. I haven’t seen Eric in what seems like forever. Not since that tiny incident when I climbed a tree but you know, whatever... He starts to walk faster and faster until it feels like I’m jogging next to him. He’s stopped looking into doors now and is just ‘walking’ through the halls. “Why are we going so fast?” I complain. He just grunts in answer. I sigh and keep jogging. People must take speed walking classes or something.  I’m getting kind of confused though because we were getting seriously close to where Eric is. He races down the hall and stops in front of, you guessed it, infirmary.