The first thing Zoey saw clearly was the trailing scarf, and then the blond woman. She, wasn't an infected. Which was the first, instinctual thing that went through her mind. The other woman was about the same size and build as Zoey herself. Although Zoey had surprising strength and resiliency, matching that of Francis with his big biker self. “...Hey.” She spoke, sounding taken back. “whoa .. Please, don't come any closer.” She spoke very sternly and loud. Maybe it was an odd thing, for one to hear. It wasn't as though she was frightened of the girl. Although surely it must have seemed so. With the huge pointed weapon, and her words. But fact was, Zoey was frightened of herself and the other girls safety.
Then after a moment, “I'll just go in the other direction.. If.. well, you could tell me abouts where the kitchen is located?” Of course though Zoey had contemplated her even going into the kitchen and touching things or merely breathing the air to infect others. Maybe she wasn't a carrier. Maybe. The government had lied. No, that was just a desperate plea of her subconscious and it wasn't the truth. She couldn't let it affect her actions.