"-Some go?" She echoed, looking around at the ones who hadn't. None of them looked weak or cowardly and how could they be? This was the Raft, a prison for superhuman villains. These were the best of the worst and, again, she thought it would have to take a lot to have them so cowed and willing to stay here in their prison. That could only mean that it must be worse out there than it was in here and, from what Typhoid had seen on the trek to the cafeteria, it was pretty damned bad in here. She'd thought maybe this was a ploy to kill them all off and then destroy the place when they were all dead but now she had to reassess that assumption, though, because most if not all of these guys would've been perfectly capable of escaping into the city without guards to stop hem.
Whatever other conclusions Typhoid would've come to about the situation were put on hold when the door behind her burst open again and a man lurched inside, clutching a bite wound on his arm. One of the monsters was right on his heels and Typhoid jumped back in surprise. It gnashed its teeth and lunged at her and fell with it, rolling to the floor, lips curled back in disgust as it tried to bite and claw her. Distantly she noticed others ambling through the doorway, groaning and further into the room there were shouts as others either tried to flee or tried to fight. The Dark one was roaring in her brain and even though Typhoid knew she could handle this given the chance, she wasn't willing to fight off this bastard and listening to someone bitching at her. She let go and the bloody one came out.
With one telekinetic shove she had the thing off her and the doors slammed shut to prevent anymore of the monsters coming in. Several tables and chair slid into a pyramid to block the door, keeping the other creatures out but locking them all in with the ones inside. The bitten man was still whimpering nearby, and he clutched at her not as a blood thirsty monster but as a dying man, obviously terrified. Getting in the way.
"Move," she snarled and pushed the man aside as she turned and grabbed a plastic chair and beat a nearby creature over the head with it. While it was fumbling, trying to keep its feet, she ripped a metal leg from the chair and then jammed the ragged end into its skull. Before it was finished flailing she'd put her foot to its neck and dragged the makeshift sword out of its head, turning on the man who'd been bitten. He was a risk they couldn't afford if they wanted to survive. The metal found its way into his forehead, cutting off his pleas. If he'd really wanted to live, he would have fought for it.
Teeth bared and chest heaving, a monster in her own right, Bloody Mary turned to the room at large with her her bloody chair leg and sent out a burst of fire that set another monster ablaze. The body had to be protected and it had to stay alive and that was exactly how she intended to keep it.