Delilah continued to her destination. The corpses continued theirs. The absolute hatred and malice in their eyes was terrifying. They were dead set on getting to her. She was breathing hard, but not because she was tired. She was horrified. Her adrenaline had kicked into high gear. The scalpel was still in her hand, her knuckles white from grasping it so hard. 

She made her way into the first small corridor, but still never stopped. Instead, she turned and started walking backwards. She kept her blue eyes on the bodies as they slowly scrambled to get to her. Brows drawn down, lips slightly parted, she wondered what the hell was going on. Was this some sort of never ending nightmare? Was she dead and this what she was left to experience? Was this hell? 

She then made her way into the other room. Sinks and mirrors on one side lockers on the other. Delilah glanced in the direction of the mirrors and caught a glimpse of herself. She was pale, bruised, and the look on her face was one that she never thought she would ever wear. It was the kind of face the girl's in horror movies wore. She quickly glanced back towards the bodies as she continued backwards. 

Glancing back towards the door, she hurried and turned. Placing her hands on the door, she hurriedly pushed it open and went inside. Without hesitant or stopping, she turned and closed it, standing there in front of it. Just in case they kept coming, maybe she could keep the door closed. Push back against it if they started pushing against it. Delilah had to get on her tip toes in order to look through the window. Her quick breathes quickly digging the little window.