The sounds were gone. The sounds of the undead approaching, their moans, groans and the shuffling and slap of their bare feet, the sound was no more. The tunnel was silent, the weakly lit light bulbs above twinkling, but only slightly. The tunnel was lonesome and solemn. 
A single long tunnel of concrete floor and red brick wall, it's end unseen and black. It was then that it came, from before, that repulsive, cold aurora. It seeped and swirled through the tunnel around Delilah. It was then that a crackling could be heard, like that of wires or intense heat.

     The light bulbs, those hanging along the distance of the tunnel, they began to fizz and intensify in brightness, the once night-black tunnel now lit up like a furnace. A single [i]pop[/i] followed by a shattering of glass could be heard. Then, in a single instance, with a chorus of breaking and a great explosion of glass from above, every single one of the lights shattered apart, raining glass and wire down the length of the tunnel, including on top of Delilah.

     The entire tunnel was now completely dark, shrouded over in blackness.