There was a heavy thump against the door, and a thud as one of the undead corpses pressed its deathly gray face against the small window.
It was the first to come to life, the young Caucasian man with the goatee.
He growled and groaned at Delilah from his side of the door, his grotesque face glaring back at her through the window. The push door began to heave against Delilah, as the five undead all piled against it at once. Their combined weight began pushing her back and the door began to force open against her. A single, gnarled gray hand reached around the opening door, it’s fingers grasping away at empty air.

     Behind Delilah was a long hallway that spanned for a good one-hundred feet. On each side of the hall were endless rows and columns of old, rusted metal drawer-like doors.  

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The massive corridor itself was freezing, an uncomfortably low temperature.
Delilah was in the freezer area of the morgue, where corpses were sealed away.
The span of metal doors on each side reached all the way to the hallway end, where another push-door stood against the adjacent wall.