Delilah pushed herself to her tip toes once again, looking through the small window in the door. There they were. They were going through the door, and coming down the narrow hall, straight for her. Her brow furrowed and a soft whimper accompanied the heavy breath she released. Quickly turning, she immediaty noticed the light at the end of the tunnel she was in. The tunnel itself, looked like it was one of those underground access tunnels... With a rusted old wheelchair in it. 

Her eyes widened and filled with hope. Was that a way out of this nightmare? Delilah took a hesitant step forward. When she heard the sounds of the corlses behind her, she broke off into a run. The pain in her side, arm, and leg was nothing right now. She had pushed it all aside, filling that spot with hope. Delilah ran, as fast as she could, until she finally came into light. It was nearly blinding, having spent so much time in poorly lit areas, or darkness. She raised her arm over her eyes, trying to block out some of the harsh light, and let her pupils adjust accordingly.