As soon as her eyes adjusted to the light, she lowered her arm and glanced around. She stood in the doorway of a small room with a wooden door. To her immediate left, was a metal door with bars, much like the ones they had at jails and such. Delilah's eyes glanced down at the handle, seeing the keyhole. That meant it was locked from the other side. She lunged forward, grabbing a hold of the handle and pulling on it. When that didn't work, she pushed. Nothing. 

Delilah groaned and hit the door, her panic rising. The sound of the dead bodies nearing only added to that panic. She jerked around and noticed the shadow of one of them dancing morbidly across the wall. Her heart felt like if it beat any harder, it would jump out of her chest. Delilah quickly turned back around and, out of pure desperation, attempted to fit her arm through the bars. Luckily, it fit through. A ray of hope sparked in Delilah, and she pressed her face against the bars, trying to see the lock on the other side, her hand feeling around blindly. 

When she finally found it, she gasped in relief and quickly turned it. As soon as the 'click' sounded, she jerked her arm back through and yanked the door open. Rushing in, she slammed the door shut and backed away from it. Delilah panted, watching the door as she continued to back away from the door. After a few moments of trying to calm herself just a little, she turned away from the door and stopped walking. There she stood, in the middle of the tunnel, staring down it, the dim lights abover her showing no end to the darkness of the tunnel. 

With a heavy sigh, Delilah collected her wits, and started walking down the tunnel.