Zoey listened. “You know nothing..” Making a face, “How've you survived? Held up in your house? Did you barricade it? With your father and friend's help?” Staring at her confused, “What did you do?” Zoey had noticed the key on the table but hadn't been as immediately interested in it as the phone.
“You should know.. well.. do you know if you're immune? Have you been bitten or scratched and not turned? Thrown up on by spitters? Cause if not I suggest you take that key on the desk and see if that leads you out of this cell. Far away from me as possible.” Zoey had this whole guilt thing weighing on her, and she wasn't going to be responsible for spreading the infection to anyone else. Maybe it was too late, or maybe she was just over reacting.