They were coming, the short chorus of moaning and growling echoed from the freezer room, drawing closer. Before Delilah was another kind of hallway.

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     Dark and delapidated, this gloomy hall looked as if it hadn’t been inhabited in some time. Cobwebs were clustered in the corners of the walls and ceiling, the concrete floor was cracked and gritty. This area looked nothing like the morgue, or like any place one would find in a hospital. It more so resembled a shoddy, abandoned warehouse or a condemned building of some sort.
Despite this, a light could be seen shining in the distance, weak and yellow, but there nonetheless. A single, rickety wheelchair sat to the left of Delilah, it’s wheels and handles rusted over.
 A heavy thud shook the door at the door from which Delilah just came, the angry growls of the undead could be heard just on the door’s opposite side.