It was, very strange. “It is.” Zoey commented on the Allison not turning being one of the things out of the way. Not to be worried about. The young woman watched as the key was picked off the desk, and taken to the cage door. That’s what this was, a cage. And Zoey didn't appreciate being placed in one.
Shaking her head and walking closer towards the door. “I don't know. It doesn't make any sense.” Watching as the key unlocked the door, head titled slightly. “No this doesn't add up at all.” Zoey stepped out after glancing right and then left. Listening for the sound of hoards, witches, hunters, boomers, anything and everything. She felt so upset not having her weapons. However that didn't mean she wouldn't find the first thing that would be able to be used.