Zoey glancing upward when she'd stated it was alright. Catching it Zoey took the key and slid it in the top drawer of the desk showing Allison as she did so. It was both theirs, Zoey supposed. “Of course.” She wouldn't lock her out, the only situation when she would may have been if she was bitten and then turned. Self-preservation and all.
When the other young woman returned, Zoey was sitting on the top-bunk legs dangling over the side. Gazing over at her listening to her explain. She nodded, not really knowing what to say. “This is very peculiar. Yes.” She just kept returning to her beloved scifi and horror films. Sounded as some sort of weird plot from one of those. “There’s others, that don't know about Zombies?” She asked wondering what the ratio was.