Frowning as well when Allison spoke of other people. Zoey didn't know what to make of it. A camp, made sense to place a bunch of carriers in some place together. But then, why was the key to the door inside on the desk. “A camp. That’s a thought.” But then it brought Zoey to her first concerns with Allison. About infection. She heard no zombies, just the others exiting the cells.
Leaning inside again, fear crossed her face. Not for any reason other than that looming guilt. And she didn't know how close she had to get to people, to spread the Flu. Zoey dug into her pocket to reach that cell phone. While listening for Francis or Louis. She was hoping that they were in one of the other cells that were opening up.
Sitting back on the edge of the desk, she was afraid to go out there. More afraid than the Zombies had ever made her. “Can... can you find out whats going on? I, I don't want to make anyone sick.” She frowned, staring at her feet. “I mean, I'll come running if you need help. Just....” She trailed off.