Zoey watched the fear creeping into the other woman's features. Her eyes especially. “Don't know what other things you deal with... But to all fairness to ya, it's only been a few weeks since the infection broke out. Although I'd thought it be nearly impossible to have been shielded from it. The world, at least the states, went from one of the most prospers country’s to overnight a back-watered dead-covered walking hell-hole! Survival waging with a minimal turnout. In just weeks I mean.”
The woman, Allison, hadn't seemed affected by Zoey thus far. This gave the petite brunette a bit of relieve. “So, miss what's your name? .. It's going to be alright.” It Zoey suppose was a little hard to propose things would be fine, when she just dropped the big Z bomb. “Marked? … Well I'd been fighting these things since the beginning. My mother got bitten, and turned. Attacked my father... Since then I was on the run. Just surviving like anyone else still alive. I've come in contact, and been all three. Bite scratched and spit on. Military not far back, who claimed to be taking survivors to a safe zone, took me and three others I’d been running with as prisoners. Told us we were immune carriers... so see I wanted to know if you were. I don't want you being infected 'cus ahh me. Don't have memories myself of being taken back as a prisoner by the army, but here we are in a prison.” With the tilt of her head, she slid the phone into her jacket pocket. She'd fiddle with it more later.