Delilah gasped, her eyes going wide when the dead, white man suddenly appeared in the small window. Her brows furrowed and she felt him pushing against the door. Not like a normal person would, but she was able to keep it shut do the most part. At least until they all started piling up against it. She dug her heels into the slick tiled floors, attempting to use her weight to keep the door shut. It wasn't happening. The floor was too slick. If she took her socks off... but there was no time for that. Suddenly, the door pushed open far enough for an arm to reach inside. Delilah cried out and phage harder against the door, her eyes burning with tears. The cold dead arm reached and swatted the air, trying to find something to grab on to. 

Delilah took a second and looked around the room she was in now. It was lit, but only enough for her to be able to make out where she was. That was when she felt the chill. 
It was where they kept bodies before and after they were examined. Most of the doors were shut, but there were a few that were open, and that terrified her. They were on both sides of her. It looked like there was blood or rust, trailing down from the tops of the walls. She didn't even want to know which it was. But in front of her, was another door. Swallowing hard, Delilah pushed back on the door she was on as hard as she could before shoving off of it. Her eyes were set on that other door. Only bad thing, was that it too, was a push door. Whatever. It didn't matter. She had to go that way no matter what. It was the only way. So, she ran. As fast as she could to the other door. 

The closer she got, Delilah extended her arms, her hands out in front of her. The second her hands touched the door, she pushed it open and ran through it. Without stopping, she turned and grabbed the door, closing it like an had the other one. The corpses were heading her way, and it would be the same. They would gather at the door and push it open, forcing her to go further into... whatever the hell this was.